stone steps

Written for:  The Twiglets #94 – “stone steps”

down to the crypt
on steps of stone


Will you be my
stepping stone?
I will buy you
an ice cream cone.


Steps in disarray
leaning this way and that
stoned again


He was a stone mason’s apprentice
whose questions were relentless
Said the boss, “see those stones?
Work on them all alone.”
The apprentice slipped and became non compos mentis

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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6 Responses to stone steps

  1. Hélène Vaillant says:

    Haha, love the Limerick!!


  2. Misky says:

    I love your limericks!


  3. Jules says:

    I thus declare with a gem stone scepter “Though are Limerick Queen”
    Enjoyed all the reads.
    Yes I thought of cemetery too…stepping through and around those stones. Some have quite a history.


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