Hard Times for Harlequins

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #26


I’m a harlequin, moonstruck,
lost my pluck, down on luck.
My familiar stares at my hat
of copper, a topper too strange
for him to contemplate. No
date no gig, just my black
adorer. He deserves more.


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 Hard Times for Harlequins

  1. Vicki says:

    I think we might be harlequin sisters, Or at the very least we both picked up that pattern. 😉


  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    Yes I think you and Vicki were on the same page with this one. I love yours to Sara! A fun and clever read. Thank you for being a devoted participator at the Sunday Muse! 🙂


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