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
Adored your your finale stanza……
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Thanks, Ivor!
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I can always count on your limericks for a smile. Thanks.
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It hangs bare… yes some light-bulbs do.
Better than ‘hanging a moon’… yep that’s a different bare entirely 😉
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and it’s not even a bear. Thanks, Jules!
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