The Interruption

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings - Prompt #342
"Not An Exit"

"Write an exit or not an exit poem"

Stark naked
on a folding
cot, the couple's
lovemaking is
interrupted by
a pink-cheeked 
"Oh my, isn't
this the exit?"
Male of couple,
face flaming 
from being caught,
as well as for
Grandma's mistake
bellows, "Can't you
read the sign 
that says No Exit?"
Pink cheeks firing
up, the grandmother
says, "I am close to blind.
Your excuse is mistaking
the No Exit sign for a 

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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2 Responses to The Interruption

  1. ivor20 says:

    A misleading sign of the times
    One’s assumed ability to read between the lines


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