I’ve Lost My Head

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Camera FLASH 55!

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My cap dangles
from fingertips
on free right hand.
When they said
they would hand me
my head on a silver
platter, they were
not joking. I thought
it was just an expression.
Strangely enough,
they tied my head
to my leg. Where
did they think I might go?
Least it was a clean cut.


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 I’ve Lost My Head

  1. Jim says:

    I think it’s strange too, Sara. Your portrayal of him as being in a pathetic situation was just right, I felt sorry of him. I doubt there could be any help.


  2. Nitin says:

    Grim and darkly humorous. I enjoyed this!


  3. Kerry says:

    A clean cut, indeed!


  4. sanaarizvi says:



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