High Noon

Sharpshooter Shawn
entered at noon
surrounded by silence
advanced to the bar
he slapped his hand
on the counter
for a shot-glass of rye.

While tipping his ten gallon
he pointed at May-Lou
who sashayed with a smile
into his arms
releasing the strain.

AI -drawing

Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word we should include in the 44 word poem is hoot.

March 10, 2025

27 responses to “High Noon

  1. That’s a new move, from librarian to an alliterative sharp s-hooter, Björn! I like how you took a clichéd scenario and made it your own in a quadrille.  

  2. LOVED the poem….reminded me of a shortened version of Glenn’s Western drama scripts. But I must admit, I had to read it three times, and then see De’s comment to go back and find “hoot’ – clever indeed!

  3. i must be tired … took me 3 reads to find the word. yikes, these old eyes! love both your AI art and your quadrille 🙂

  4. Wow, I didn’t need the image with this one as your words brought the scene to life! I think you may have channeled some Glenn. Love it.

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