grey coast

Written for:  The Twiglets #92 – “like a coastal grey”

graceful ballet landing
a coastal grey heron

She called him
coastal grey;
he changed the color
of skies.

sea shadows a coastal grey
whale washed up on shore

There once was a man from the coast,
whose grey skin made him look like a ghost
He haunted old cabins
whose past featured hangin’s
scaring owners who scurried from pillar to post

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 grey coast

  1. I really like that first esp


  2. Jules says:

    I have a great blue (grey) heron that likes to dine in the creek…

    I used to watch some of those ghost hunter type shows… Not so much anymore.
    I get have enough haunting in my dreams.

    Cheers, Jules


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