“it hangs bare”

Written for:  The Twiglets #175 – “it hangs bare”

Magnolia blooms
have blown away.
Branches hang bare.

When she left,
and took all
the pretty paper
lanterns of red,
blue, and green,
the bulbs were left
hanging bare.

forest flourishes green
leafy, feathery, spiky
fall’s end leaves bare ghosts

An impoverished musician from Maine
took a seedy apartment near train
When the trains rattled in
it made his head spin
and the lightbulbs shook from their ceiling chains


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 “it hangs bare”

  1. ivor20 says:

    Adored your your finale stanza……


  2. Misky says:

    I can always count on your limericks for a smile. Thanks.


  3. Jules says:

    It hangs bare… yes some light-bulbs do.
    Better than ‘hanging a moon’… yep that’s a different bare entirely 😉


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