“a kind of madness”

Written for:  The Twiglets #95 – “a kind of madness”

She took a risk
out of character for her,
and it turned out to be
fine kind of madness.


Storm raged
outside his
rattling windows.
Rivers ran in
diverse directions.
Not a soul was
out in the cold.
Lurid light of
street lamps cast
their pallor across
crooked cobblestones.
In this English murder
mystery-type setting,
he laughed. Took off
all his clothes,
and danced in rushing
waters in a swirling
kind of madness.

They are saying the man is quite mad,
unhinged, narcissistic, a cad
His lies pile up daily
wife is seen rarely
How sad he is leader of this land


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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5 Responses to “a kind of madness”

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    We’re ALL mad here. 😉 Some more than others.


  2. Jules says:

    ooh…running free in a warm rain. Maybe I’ll just sing in the shower.
    I enjoy your variety.
    I think we, as poets are all a bit daft, in a good way 🙂


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