deep pile carpet

Written for:  The Twiglets #162 – “deep pile carpet”

carpet so luxurious,
lost my ring and was furious

The carpet was deep pile
red, like a bloodstain.

deep green carpet installed
parakeet escaped
they still look for him

A man owned a flying carpet
he kept it inside his apartment
like magic it flew
when the man uttered, ‘blue’
Weatherman said blue skies; carpet departed.

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 deep pile carpet

  1. Misky says:

    HaHaHa. Love the limerick! And the parakeet, also.


  2. Jules says:

    I knew a guy who had a white shag type carpet that had to be an inch thick… I’d hate to have to keep that clean. Interesting what carpets can hide, like couch cushions… or maybe that box of chocolate? You never know what you’re gonna get. Well unless you turn the box over and actually look at what’s where! Fun reads. The lost parakeet – priceless. Fun reads all.


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