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

s

d

r

a

w

p

u

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