Jilted for Stilton

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #300

Words:  stilted, wonder, trips, trace, tire, line, three, sing, flimsy, run, message, shine

Three trips today.  He runs
back for forth giving me flimsy
excuses. Oh how I tire of his
lines–I forgot milk, car is low
on gas, needed some air. Curiosity
creeps under my skin, making me
wonder where he goes. Ah, trace
evidence on counter–cracker crumbs,
and pungent scent. Hmm. Piece
of plastic wrap shines on table
top. Before I can read label,
front door bell sings its tune.
Messenger on step hands me
a package. ‘Your husband forgot
his wallet. I guess he was too
excited about getting last
wedge of Stilton.’ Who knew
I’d become a cheese widow!

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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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2 Responses to Jilted for Stilton

  1. Jae Rose says:

    Tsk – this one is really funny 😉

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