Still Life With Pup

Written for:  Fireblossom Friday: Looking Beyond The Obvious

“I want you to try to write a slightly dishonest poem. A little bit misleading. Give us something to focus on–the apparent subject of your poem. But slip in a detail that is really more important. Make it a new poem for this challenge, please. Then link!”

Woman sits, legs bent
under her, on sofa. Hums
a tune, barely discernible.
Wrapped in a red caftan, silver
earrings dangling, she holds
a mug of green tea in her hands.
Twilight in winter. She hears
wind knock against the shutters.
Looking at a book on the coffee
table, she realizes she needs
more light.

Mischievous Merlin pads
into kitchen. He eyes
a plate of donuts on counter.
After several attempts to leap
onto the counter, he raps his
nose underneath. Plate
comes crashing down–ceramics
and crumbs sprinkle the floor.
Merlin makes a dash for bathroom.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to Still Life With Pup

  1. gillena says:

    Merlin not a wizard at all made me ☺ smile with his doggie tricks

    Much love…


  2. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Dogs always steal the limelight!


  3. coalblack says:

    Run, Merlin, run! Love this.


  4. M says:

    perfect ~


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