After Midnight

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #359

Words:  lawn, turbulent, cabinet, stove, minute, lust, boat, shed, electric, hand, clock, pillow

Hands of electric clock
meet at midnight. Set book
on night table, try to close
my eyes before next minute
of new day tick-tocks.
Turbulent tossing, like
waves rocking a boat.

Lusty cries of bluejays
dive-bombing from tree
to lawn wakes me. I see
wet spots of shed tears
on pillow case. Shower,
taking care to avoid
mirror of medicine
cabinet. Stovepipe hat
hangs on wall in hallway.
Cannot recall ever
having seen it before.

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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 After Midnight

  1. oldegg says:

    That was a great laugh in the end with the stove pipe hat…was that Abe you entertained last night?

    Like

  2. Mama Pajama says:

    interesting twist, that hat!

    Like

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