Winding of Eras

Written for: Miz Quickly – Day 29

"At my grandparents’ home when I was young [Yes, Miz Bunny was once young] there was a wind-up dog that did flips, and a monkey that banged cymbals. Each one wonderful in its way.

Write about winding.

Crank up that Jack-In-A-Box,
watch that clown pop up
and terrify me.  

My favorite wind-up of
all time, was my Pink 
Panther, who looked
from side to side,
and clashed cymbals
while dancing.

Ah, but it's a long
and winding road,
I suppose.  The only
item we wind up now
is an old 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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7 Responses to Winding of Eras

  1. Time does that. I never liked when the Pink Panther talked but dancing and cymbals are allowed


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