A Tale of Four Heads

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #290

Words:  beasts, delusion, story, boons, revenge, blanks, relish, bruise, peeling, flash, splinter, brims

Let me read you
a bedtime story.
Go brush your teeth;
I will be with you
in a flash. Dash, now.
Grandpa waved, pre-
occupied with picking
at an annoying splinter.
He tsk-tsked over his peeling
skin. Well, that’s old age,
he thought, bought and paid
for with hard work.  How Grandma
would have brimmed with joy to meet
her granddaughter.

He sighed, pulling back
the red plaid blanket
on the child’s bed.
She climbed in, a grin
stretched across rosy-
pink cheeks. Grandpa cleared
his throat, and scared up
some relish to begin
his tale.

Remember that four-headed
beast that lived out
in the boondocks?
Granddaughter’s head
bounced up and down
like a puppet, coffee-
colored curls springing
out. Well, Grandpa said,
he was on the loose again.
A moose spotted him from
behind a tree. One of his heads
was bruised; he was out
for revenge. He labored
under the delusion that
he was mighty enough
to take on those monkeys
that ruled the forest.
Darlin’? Ah, sound
asleep before he had
to make up the rest.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Tale of Four Heads

  1. Absolutely delightful. You described the scene so well.

    Click to read my story!


  2. kaykuala h says:

    Very captivating story it was, to result in a quick slumber!



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