“at close range”

Posted on January 27, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #211 - "at close range"


at close range
her makeup
appeared garish



The baseball player
had lost
his range of motion


meadow flowers dance
colors whirl in Summer breeze
at close range


              A man who sent for a mail-order bride
             waited on front porch for her to arrive.
                 She stepped out of the car
                 and had not walked too far
       when he noticed buck teeth and crossed eyes.

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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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2 Responses to “at close range”

  1. Jules says:
    January 28, 2021 at 2:57 pm

    The first one reminded me of the movie The Orient express (the original)- The dowager as was tradition just packed on more white face powder without washing off the old. Don’t want to see that up close!

    Fun verses. The limerick off course reminded me of another movie – with Mail Order Brides –
    I think it was the musical ‘Seven Brides for Seven Brothers’. Though I don’t think I saw it all the way through. I looked it up and the Wiki entry was very interesting.

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