“rustling cotton”

Written for:  The Twiglets #269 - rustling cotton

Rustling cotton
is not the same
as rustling cattle.

Dressed in freshly laundered
white cotton dress, she can
hear rustling of material
through eyelets in her sleeves.

summer breeze
there is a faint rustling noise
in the cotton fields

              There once was a kid so rotten
          his parents could do nothing to stop him.
                 He stole and he cheated
               at games 'til friends ceded.
        Now alone, he atones for deeds most brazen.


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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10 Responses to “rustling cotton”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    I love that first one, so funny.


  2. Sadje says:

    Nice poem.


  3. Misky says:

    The 1st one actually made me laugh out loud!


  4. Jules says:

    I like how you used ‘cotton’ in many ways. Especially the Limerick where one should not ‘cotton’ to bad behavior.


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