Balcony

As my neighbour and I hang
Around our balconies I begin
To imagine we are as two Juliets.

Except...

Hers is insurmountable because of
Potatoes and pooches and pomegranates...
Mine full aware of whys and wherefores.

Waiting for Romeo we begin to sing...
Then he upstairs looks down and
Turns us all to witches.

Invited to the cauldren
I decide for me it's not time yet
And so I depart pondering about
How easily these women still remain Capulets.




















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-11-13 at 23:15

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Sid Gardner
I tried writing a sonnet once with a closing capulet but Juliet's father objected to my impudence. His daughter had it all wrong anyway. I was only trying to deliver a PIZZA and my strangulated refrain was caused by a tight twist in me tights.
Nice work Jenks.
Sid.
2010-11-15


NicholasG
The quirks of reality, superimposed on a vivid imagination, are a blessing for the readers eyes!
Merrveilleux Madam!
xox Nick
2010-11-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a gem, Linda. I loved the quick pivot, "Except..."
2010-11-14


shells
You have the uncanny knack of writing about every day events with such wit, great line "invited to the cauldron"
2010-11-14