his voice makes the crooked tree, whose
waist is like that of granny, to rise among woods
sounds like the tales grandpa tells these
days, of strange beings lurking in places that are
forbidden, searching and listening, sometimes I
wonder where grandpa gets such tales, I think
he cooks most of them, adding ingredients I
and many itchy ears would love but never know
Benji, I love how you hide Frost’s line inside a child’s wonder about Grandpa’s strange stories, making the poem feel warm and full of mystery.
~David
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Sometimes I wonder if it is part of a grandpa’s job description to be a teller of tales! Nicely done.
A delightful poem! I love the story of a story but now I’m very curious about the grandfather’s tall tale!!
I really like the structure of your poem here and memory of both grandmother’s waist and grandpa’s tales. It has a longing to it.
I love this Benjamin – a blend of memory, myth and family storytelling – brilliant🙌
Diary of a Wanderer 
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