Comfort Of A Classic

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #538

Words:  honey, leaving, family, books, hunger, truck, sign,
        broken, wind, silk, black, dust

In these black,
broken times,
with family, 
and friends far
away as distant
chimes, she hungers
for books, like a bear
hungers for honey.  She
brushes dust off a pile
of classics.  With 
penchant for hard covers,
she sets aside paperbacks,
leaving them for the next
donation truck pickup.
Wine in the attic, listening
to whistling winds, she
imagines zephyrs of Spring
caressing her skin like
sensuous silk.  Interpreting
this as a sign, she selects
Wuthering Heights where
bleakness enfolds the moors
well before these black,
broken times.

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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3 Responses to Comfort Of A Classic

  1. Sadje says:

    Bravo! Well done.


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