Grizzwaald’s Revenge

Magic Hour by Judith Clay

The kids and their parents

would be so impressed

when I pulled from my hat

what they thought in my vest


My mode of distraction

perfected to a tee

but my perfect execution

just wasn’t to be


I placed the other deck

with the utmost of care

while I had the crowd looking

at the dove on my chair


but something went wrong

I think ’twas a spring

the cards all flew out

the crowd’s laughter did ring


Oh clown how you laughed

when you blew up my hat

But I’ve stolen your giraffe

whatcha think about that?


Written for dVerse.  Artwork by Judith Clay

This is my second post for the same challenge, and is a direct sequel to my first poem

(since I was once again late for the deadline…I’m submitting for dVerse Open Link Night)

Grizzwaald The Great

I Follow the Wind by Judith Clay

“his slight of hand

was no match

for my carefully hidden booby trap

as he slipped the extra deck

into his top-hat

the cards fell








in a fountain of clubs spades hearts and diamonds”

(bragged the clown

as she fled the

angry magician

on her penny-farthing)


Artwork courtesy of Judith Clay.  Written for dVerse

My poem doesn’t exactly follow Ms. Clay’s art, but hopefully that’s OK