Sunday, July 26, 2015

Tall Tales: A Poem

I found the egg on a table at the back of a long-forgotten store,
 full of odds and ends that were deemed too strange for everyone else to handle. 
I recalled the stories I read in my youth,
with their knights in shining armor and their damsels in distress.
I wondered if perhaps I had found a relic from between those pages,
 lost to time and imagination.
The voice in my head called me crazy,
 but I drowned it out with a bottle of whisky and took the egg home.
And I waited.

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