A Town Called Grandfather

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 4

"Think of an every day thing, and write how it came
into being. (minor myth}

Listen to chimes ringing
on a grandfather clock, 
a melliferous sound.  Wait.
Why is called Grandfather?

Long ago there was
a town called Grandfather.
Small population, gingerbread
houses.  Alexandra, a resident,
loved working in wood, 
and could create lovely

One icy Winter's day, Alexandra
was toiling over an immense
piece of mahogany, when
she imagined fashioning
a tall clock.  One by one,
villagers beseeched 
her to build a clock
for them.  Her clocks
became famous.  Soon, 
people from neighboring
towns clamored for
clocks.  Guests asked
townspeople where these
charming clocks came
from.  Well, we all know
what comes next.  The 's'
was dropped, and clocks
became grandfather


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 Town Called Grandfather

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Sara, I enjoyed the tale you told through a poem.


  2. Misky says:

    👍🏻 Like this one a lot.


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