Incident At River

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #513
Words:  breath, river, beams, touch, summer, paper,
        simple, needles, swallows, humble, bend, crowd

She gazed at
the breadth
of the river
as beams of summer
sunlight touched
the bones and bend
of her back.  
A crowd had gathered.
She felt her skin
prickle like needles.
Something was wrong.
Humble swallows sang
their simple tunes
on the wing.  She drew
closer and spotted
a lifeboat on the water.
A paper sign was posted.
A man had been seen
jumping into the river.
She wondered what his
chances were.

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 Incident At River

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Good poem, Sara. A good description of something that probably happens all too often.


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