Thursday, June 19, 2008

Skye Terriers

The town's a whistle-stop, but there’s good pie
at Sally’s Diner, clean rooms at The Inn.
They're cheap, because they have no ocean views
and unlike most hotels, they let pets stay.
That’s where the trainer with the dogs from Skye
spent most of summer, sucking down the gin.
I heard he meant to sell, but couldn’t choose
which well-loved terrier to send away.

Sally says it’s hard to meet expenses,
shuffles stacks of bills, relentless paper
staring out the window at the fogs.
“Rainy weather’s bad for tourist business,
no one visits beaches in November.
—Look, there goes the fella with the dogs.”

--for Poefusion

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Michelle Johnson said...

You brought this piece alive. I felt as though I was shuffling sand beneath my feet with that man and his dogs. Wonderful write. Have a nice day.

one more believer said...

enjoyable story... snapshot of small town...

Joy Renee said...

love the ambiance of this. and it's a story! can't resist stories with eccentric characters.

Danika / OpenChannel said...

I'm not a huge fan of contemporary rhymed poetry unless the poet can do what you've done here, which is create a poem that flows with subtle rhymes (so that they surprise rather than bonk me on the head). In fact, it took me a moment to realize it was a sonnet. Nice work!

Danika / OpenChannel said...

Okay, I had to come back after I realized you did this for the Friday Five! Even better!

Anonymous said...

i like the two perspectives a lot, almost like 2 windows into 2 worlds