shadow moving

Written for:  The Twiglets #78 – “a shadow moving”

She looked at the ground;
her shadow was gone. Noticed
it slip-sliding down
the block. Tried to catch
it. Shadow turned back
once, then marathoned
away. You cannot catch
a moving shadow.

Cheek-to-Cheek
they danced in moonlight
only their shadows moved

A man who grew up in Cinci
said somebody had better pinch me
My shadow absconded
with a girl I was fond of
and kidnapped my finch, a clincher for me

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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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4 Responses to shadow moving

  1. Jules says:

    Always fun to visit your verse.
    The pinched finch was a clincher!
    But I also enjoyed the first two 🙂

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  2. Misky says:

    Brilliant limerick!

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