“sunken sky”

Written for:  The Twiglets #279 - sunken sky

Steely gray clouds
appear to shrink
the sky.

How pleasant 
it would be
to have 
a sunken living room
ceilinged by
a sky light.

cheeks sunken
a jaundiced pallor on skin
imprisoned indoors

              A western man from Sunken Sky
          traveled east, cowboy hat riding high.
                with business to tend to
                stopped for a quick brew.
    Fell for cowboy-crazed Sue, and could not say goodbye.


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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6 Responses to “sunken sky”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    Oh, sweet romance is included. Love it. When my younger daughter was a teen she loved cowboys – watched the rodeos on TV. She never did marry a cowboy, but we love who she did marry.


  2. sgeoil says:

    I once lived in a house with a sunken living room and a sunken bath tub, but no skylight to watch the sunken sky by!


  3. Misky says:

    Such a fun limerick!!


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