My muse has been fluttering around today, checking out all the prompts and spinning a tale, so I’ll post it while it’s fresh, even if I’ve already done another.
Grandpa’s Bedtime Story
“Deep in the woods you must go
to find the golden sword
but you must never forget
the helpful magic word
for only this word can smash—
all other attempts are vain—
the seal of the calabash
and break the binding chain.
Into a cavern of stone
in the depth of the darkest night,
and you must go alone,
you may hear the call tonight…”
Suddenly the door opens. Mom eyes her two sons. “Not sleeping yet?”
In a voice a-quiver with awe her youngest answers. “Grandpa’s telling us a bedtime story.”
She takes in their excited faces, their wide-open eyes. “I see. Well, now it’s time for lights out.”
“What’s the magic word, Grandpa? Tell us quick,” they plead.
Grandpa tousles their hair “It’s ‘Good night’.”
“Awww….” The two boys groan loudly.
Mom grins. “I think we’d better let Grandpa tell morning wake-up stories from now on.”