hiding from
unfinished chores,
she cobbles
a placid moment,
exhaling smoke
from the bathroom window
into the cool,
unaccountable darkness.
Spying a distant,
familiar cluster
of red, white and blue
police lights,
muses,
“I’m so glad
that’s not my life
anymore.”
[Written for de Jackson's prompt: cobble https://dversepoets.com/2018/06/04/quadrille-58-cobble-us-a-poem/]
Oh, I've been there. Minus the cigarette. ;)
ReplyDeleteMe too. Only it wasn't a tobacco cigarette.
ReplyDeleteThis is great - you've got some great vivid imagery in your poem!
ReplyDeleteNice to say these things in hindsight now ~
ReplyDeleteVivid!
ReplyDeleteNice phrase: "unaccountable darkness"
ReplyDeleteA relief to be uncobbled, I'm sure!
ReplyDeleteI love the phrases 'she cobbles a placid moment'and 'unaccountable darkness'. This scenario reminds me of when my (then) four year old daughter and I lived in South London opposite the local police station. And yes, I'm glad that's not my life any more :)
ReplyDeleteLove that silent moment... (minus the tobacco)
ReplyDeleteI like the idea if cobbling a placid moment. It sounds like if you find the proper ingredients, you can bake a solitude cake.
ReplyDeleteYour last words are so true!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously dark and enticing!
ReplyDeleteI agree, “cool unacceptable darkness “ is a stunning phrase. 💜
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