Written for:  The Twiglets - unlit

Inky shadow figures
crept unseen
across the unlit room.

Once fires
of passion spark
they cannot be unlit.

train stops short
white mountains fill background
lights go out

           He liked to smoke a fine cigar
        with friends and a scotch at the bar.
              He once had a date
             but it was his fate–
   she abhorred cigars, choked, and said 'No fumar'.


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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7 Responses to “unlit”

  1. Misky says:

    Excellent limerick!! ❤️


  2. Debi says:

    What Misky said…. I love it.


  3. Jules says:

    Can’t have smoke and shadow with an unlit candle (or anything else).
    I always enjoy your variety 🙂


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