“‘Tis Relative,” by Shannon Connor Winward

Dec 20th, 2012 | By | Category: Poetry

“‘Tis a present for the King,”
declared the first blind crone,
“A two-mouthed serpent, a mighty thing
to drape upon his royal throne.”

“Nay, ‘tis a giant,” stated the next
“as big in height as he is around,”
and, groping, she stumbled, vexed
o’er the third blind sister on the ground.

“Tis a breeding slave,” proclaimed the third.
“Feel her pendulous belly sag.”
“’Tis a wrinkly deaf-mute with breath like a turd,”
insisted, with venom, the fourth blind hag.

Thus, each avowed such truth as touch did gain her
while together, apart, they o’er looked the elephant in the chamber.


Defenestration-Shannon Connor WinwardShannon Connor Winward is an old witch in the making. She fumbles, grumbles, and opines in Newark, Delaware, with appearances in such venues as Strange Horizons, Short Fast & Deadly, Flash Fiction Online, Pedestal Magazine, This Modern Writer [Pank Magazine], Hip Mama Zine and The Vestal Review.  Visit her blog at http://ladytairngire.livejournal.com.

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