December 04, 2010

The Quest

Prompt from Writer's Island: quest

He left his home one morning
with a singular purpose, one
sole goal in mind, one solitary
priority confined in his mind.

Beady-eyed and bushy-tailed,
he was primed for adventure,
eager to peer into that unknown
world beyond his grassy knoll.

His quest was a simple one,
albeit not for the faint of heart,
not for a chicken-minded soul,
only for a few proud bird-brains.

He left his home one morning
on a simple and singular quest;
he merely wanted to cross
to the other side of the street.


  1. Elizabeth,
    I really like this and the fact that he just wanted to cross the street.

  2. Nicely done. Crossing the street seems an easily accomplishable quest, but (alas) not for a chicken!

  3. I really like your poem/story and how easily a simple quest can become a life altering adventure. You give your reader a choice. The street he was crossing could have been anything from a six lane interstate in Denver during rush hour, to a back country, seldom used logging road. I would prefer the logging road, but you can bet that truck would arrive at the first step, lol. This one is both fun and enlightening,

    Elizabeth C.
    PS I did the Pad challenge and am glad to meet you.

  4. Good fun and a properly constituted quest!

  5. well penned.
    keep it up!
    Happy Sunday!

  6. I really enjoyed this .... it builds with intensity then a giggle at the end! Although I have known some people whose lives are just this way!