“a dark wall”

Written for:  The Twiglets #294 - a dark wall

All lights
were neon
bright, flashing
against a black wall.

Darkened by shadows,
the wall was the only
way she could feel
her way home.

surrounded by
dark walls of stone
her own private cave

He had one wall painted dark red
Nothing more about it was said
'til she went to see him
saw altar, him kneelin'
front of black candles, 'neath row of shrunken heads.


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 “a dark wall”

  1. Misky says:

    Your limericks are such a treat!


  2. Well, he certainly has some interesting issues… 😳

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  3. Debi says:

    surrounded by
    dark walls of stone
    her own private cave… uh huh, I get that


  4. Jules says:

    I can envison all three of the first verses clearly.
    The limerick – gees. That’s a bit creepy but I can see it too! EEK! 😀


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