“a bare hill

Posted on September 28, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #298 - a bare hill


Smoke rose up 
from leaping flames
leaving a tree-
populated hill
bare.


Jack and Jill
climbed the hill.
It is a bare fact.


riding bareback
around bottom of steep hill
breeze lifts her hair


            A pole dancer caught his fancy
           He discovered her name was Nancy
              When she bared it all
               he started to crawl
     toward stage, but was stopped by a sharp parasol

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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 “a bare hill

  1. Debi says:
    September 28, 2022 at 12:23 pm

    The second and third are really nice.

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  2. abigfatcanofworms says:
    September 28, 2022 at 9:42 pm

    The limerick made me laugh! And the other three are lovely fragments.

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  3. Jules says:
    September 29, 2022 at 11:16 pm

    I know a ditty about Jack and Jill…
    they each went up the hill with a buck and a quater, Jill came down with two and a half… they didn’t go up for water.

    Fun reads.

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