On The Run

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fireblossom Friday:  “That’s The Ticket”
Write me a NEW poem which includes some kind of a ticket.

thats the ticket

They are looking
for him. Slim, trimmed
red beard, 5’10”, blue
baseball hat. Last seen
wearing a black windbreaker
and sneakers.  Dark jeans.
Seems he held up a jewelry
store. Sure, he had a gun–
was it real?

He jumps onto commuter
train, brain on overload.
Stands near doors. Keeps
an open newspaper close
to his face. Thinks
of disgrace his family
will feel when they find
out. Impulse move.
Prove yourself a man.
Family in need. Toy
gun trembles in his hands.

Crumples cap, stuffs it
in jacket. Make a dash
for men’s room, ditch
gun, shave beard.
Is the coast clear?
Wait. Uniform coming
down the aisle. Not
a cop. As uniform draws
near, he hears, . . .
“Tickets, please.”


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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15 Responses to On The Run

  1. Kathleen says:

    Different style for you! Love this one.


  2. kanzensakura says:

    Now this is thrilling!


  3. Sherry says:

    I felt the tension. You wrote this scenario really well.


  4. I think that he will give himself up… you cannot handle stress like that.


  5. Kerry O'Connor says:

    I like the style with which you told the story. I could see the action very clearly.


  6. coalblack says:

    Burglars just don’t feel the same way we do about a man in uniform, do they?


  7. sanaarizvi says:

    This is so wonderfully captivating! Great write!


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