13 Days

Black cats
broken mirrors
never walk under the ladder.
All bad luck….. 
so they say.
Never did you meet 
a man 
with luck as bad
as Dilly Bean.
Began as a baby
he fell from his crib
not a dent on his head to be found.
Some good mixed with bad.
As a toddler
he shot his dad.
As a child
he set fire to the mall.
As a teen
he impregnated the home coming queen.
Now you may a’wonder
where is the good spoken of?
This is all……
disconcerting.
An adult Dilly Bean
did all he could
to recompense
for the bad he brought to town.
It worked
all the townspeople
breathed a sigh of relief.
Settle in for the tale to tell
twisted it is 
none would ever know.
Came a gypsy cavern
lead by Granny Mae.
Stopped she did
at Dilly Bean’s
calling him to head.
He sidled up
afraid what would be found
when
boop
Granny Mae touched his soul.
Jinxed he had been
since before birth
now all could rest
his affliction could not longer hurt.
March 31/19
Image by 동철 이 from Pixabay 
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

55 thoughts on “13 Days”

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