The Flies

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #390

Words:  cadence, credence, apart, fly, star, shy, chart, barter, shoot, chance, mar, sly

Freaky flies marred
the sky, just shy of
blackening heavens.
A steady cadence of
rubbing wings pierced
earth. Ancient maps
and charts were studied
to see if this was a chance
occurrence or if there was
some reference that would
lend credence to sudden
appearance of flies.  Apart
from citing an old movie shoot
called, The Fly, nothing
was found. Not mean
or sly in the least, the new
inhabitants seemed to enjoy
hanging upside down, red eyes
bulging. The stars hoped
for a barter of some sort
so they could return
to their proper place. Alas,
no one spoke Flyish.

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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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