Carnivore Castle

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #27


They grow giant dandelions
that grab you ’round the
ankles, should you have
the courage to venture
that far. Steps slide
as you face the door;
braying of a banshee,
if you ring the bell, but hell,

no matter what mad hatter tales
kids hear, some just have
to take the dare. Three kids
make it to the door, poorly
disguising their fear. They
are bade entrance by a green
-faced, cape-clad butler. Led
to a cobwebbed parlor, tables laden
with thorny plants, they sit, shaking.
Raucous laughter haunts the air.
The plants open their mouths,
and gobble up those three kids
faster than you can say coffin.
Not often do any other children
attempt to check out Carnivore
Castle, but if they do,
they do not check out.

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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8 Responses to Carnivore Castle

  1. MYRNA ZACH says:




  2. I have one thing to say Sara……..goosebumps. This gave me goosebumps and I love it!


  3. Like a hungry hotel california.


  4. Vicki says:

    I’m with Carrie, hair raising on the back of the neck.


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