“god’s white hair”

Written for:  The Twiglets #234 - "god's white hair"

Pure white ocean waves–
snowy hair of a god

I do not have
the white hair of a god,
said the hare.  Better
get new glasses.

crowd of clouds sails by
she look up from her blanket
sees god's white hair

        He was the underground god of the sea,
           his long white hair no mystery.
             bleached by sea salt, but
               one day he was talked
     into a swimming pool filled with chlorine.


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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9 Responses to “god’s white hair”

  1. Misky says:

    HA! Great limerick!


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    I really like the image of that first one.


  3. Jules says:

    Tell the hare to wait until winter, then its coat may be white – if it is a snowshoe hair 🙂

    Fun limerick too! Made me think of Green Goddess Salad dressings (chlorine green hair).


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