In Midnight Mist

Written for:  NaPoWriMo – Day 25
Write a poem that begins with a line from another poem, but then go elsewhere with it.

(The first line of my poem is from Lewis Carroll’s “Dreamland.”)

When midnight mists are creeping
he tiptoes with his knife,
Will he see a night of weeping
from single girl or wife?

Lamplight magnifies the fog
as he hurries down an alley,
his belly filled with grog.
Beware to girls who dally.

Ah, a woman of the night.
He rub his hands in glee
hoping she will put up a fight.
He knows she cannot flee.

She stands alone, he steals behind
her, knife raised in the air.
In creeping midnight mist he’s blind;
she is undercover, he has not a prayer.

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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 in the process of returning to 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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