Tomorrow, the A-to-Z Blog Challenge returns with the letter H. Today, a poem:
on a Fourth-Floor Hotel Room Window That Opens
by Marian Allen
A view through glass
might just as well be television.
I can lean out an open window,
see the painted detail
of that rosy cornice, the edge
of that sun-browned balcony,
the trumpet-flowers’ two-tone greenery
and orange flare below.
Pigeons become my fellow citizens.
We share a language, denizens of the air.
WRITING PROMPT: Someone or something escapes through an open window.