Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
It was the nature of the marmoset
to dangle notes below a limb
just out of reach; his fur a scruffy
shade of peach. That downy pelt
could dupe a fool despite his mask
of ebony which flaunted sinister
intent, but I was privy to this game
of postcards written never sent.
And how he’d primp and fan his
winnowing machine all rose adorned
with feathers from a peacock tail—
as if a castle made of gold could
lure me there to share bananas
from his tree. Well, I’ve been hood-
winked once before, bamboozled
into love and so I walked on by,
his monkey-girl no more.
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is an eight-time Pushcart nominee and five-time Best of the Net nominee. She is the author of several collections of poetry, including her latest book from Prolific Press, Things I Can’t Remember to Forget. She is the assistant editor for The Orchards Poetry Journal. www.clgrellaspoetry.com.