Lied To

A marginal runner
at best, with spindly
legs, the northerner
was not nimble.  Panicked,
he headed toward a silver
light upstream.  Smitten
with a saucy, southern 
beauty he was startled
to find a hulking
husband chasing him
on the right side of
the river.  This monster 
would certainly skewer
him, if he were caught.
Fleeing on unfleet
feet, he scrambled
to the inn before
he was done in.

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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