What a Shame

A Riddle me this read, in a series of Limericks.

I found a place on Pomegranate Lane

And it suited me fine, minus the stain.

I scrubbed it quite hard,

With lye laden lard

A toothbrush and Brillo, rubbed with the grain.

Well, I lived there for a while

In the Bohemian style.

Then my Rhapsody waned,

And I was restrained

For nobody's shoes could make it a mile.

Over time I did find

A new state of mind

A new demon in life

That cut like a knife

And placed me in a very bad bind.

So, I move away from Pomegranate Lane

Just after that demon left a new stain.

Yes, I sold at a loss

And absorbed the cost

Of a new box of Brillo. --- Oh, what a shame.

JE Falcon

08-13-2022

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sometimes life leaves stains that can't be scrubbed away and so we just have to move on where the grass is greener and the floors are cleaner. In my mother's house there were charred burns in the kitchen floor where ball lightning bounced off the counter rim and onto the floor before burning out in wisps of ozone. I was there when it happened and it was a terrifying sight to a kid. Years later I looked at the marks and it reminded me of sweet memories of my mother.

[JE Falcon]

The odd things that bring good memories to mind are not so much odd, but impressionable. --- I've read about ball lightning coming thru a window, bouncing off a wall, the floor, and destroying the TV in the process. --- Thanks for the feedback, and you may be right. This poem is about making life changes only to find new obstacles in your way, so you scrub the stain away only to find a adopt new one.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow an artsy crearive poem, seems to be about a place and lane, i love pomegranates in a poem. Kudos!

[JE Falcon]

It's all about moving from one segment of life to another. I think.