fairy tale paper and poem
Dec. 3rd, 2002 11:25 pmOkay, so I didn't finish my paper on fairy tales, despite basically staying up all night last night. The las few days I have had probably the most screwed up sleep schedule that I've had for awhile, which is saying something because my sleep patterns have been majorly weird this semester. Today I slept from 8:30am-12:30pm, then got up and worked again. Fortunately, my professor was really nice; she says she'll have to take off some, but i can have until next week to finish. Even if the grade isn't great, i'll feel better about having more time to create a quality project. I'm gonna post one of the poems i wrote for the project, just cuz i think it might eventually be good. your thoughts are welcome:
Gretel Remembers
They held out the promise—
Food, work, safety
As an old woman might hold a sweet
In her hand, coaxing a child
Into her house.
They locked us in cages,
Took us to a castle made of bones
In the middle of the forest.
A column of smoke rose through the trees.
I had to let go of my brother’s hand.
They ate us—swallowing whole
Our shoes, our hair, our few gold
Teeth, consumed us until
Only ashes remained, the fine white
Dust that covered everything.
No trail of stones
Led me out of that forest,
But still I escaped,
Arriving at a home no longer home.
No one asked
“why are you so thin, like skin
and bones? Why have you stayed
in the forest so long?
No one said
“Thank heaven, I thought you were
lost forever.”
Many nights
I wake to the smell of the ovens,
The taste of ashes in my mouth.
I feel a soft movement—the small fingers
Of my brother’s hand, slipping
Away from mine.
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Gretel Remembers
They held out the promise—
Food, work, safety
As an old woman might hold a sweet
In her hand, coaxing a child
Into her house.
They locked us in cages,
Took us to a castle made of bones
In the middle of the forest.
A column of smoke rose through the trees.
I had to let go of my brother’s hand.
They ate us—swallowing whole
Our shoes, our hair, our few gold
Teeth, consumed us until
Only ashes remained, the fine white
Dust that covered everything.
No trail of stones
Led me out of that forest,
But still I escaped,
Arriving at a home no longer home.
No one asked
“why are you so thin, like skin
and bones? Why have you stayed
in the forest so long?
No one said
“Thank heaven, I thought you were
lost forever.”
Many nights
I wake to the smell of the ovens,
The taste of ashes in my mouth.
I feel a soft movement—the small fingers
Of my brother’s hand, slipping
Away from mine.
that's all for now...thanks everyone who came by and said hello and added me to your friends list...i will work on adding y'all as soon as possible