Friday, June 12, 2009

Poetry Friday - Locks

I'm in again this week with a poem by Neil Gaiman.
by Neil Gaiman

We owe it to each other to tell stories,
as people simply, not as father and daughter.
I tell it to you for the hundredth time:

"There was a little girl, called Goldilocks,
for her hair was long and golden,
and she was walking in the Wood and she saw — "
"— cows." You say it with certainty,

remembering the strayed heifers we saw in the woods
behind the house, last month.

"Well, yes, perhaps she saw cows,
but also she saw a house."

Read the entire poem.

You can read other poems like this at The Journal of Mythic Arts: Fairy Tale Poems.

The round up is hosted at the blog Critique de Mr. Chompchomp. Do stop by and take in all the great poetry being shared this week. Before you go, be sure to check out the great fairy tale poems written for this week's poetry stretch. Happy poetry Friday all!


  1. Good Lord, but that man is an amazing story teller. And poet. I began entertained and ended in tears. Oh to be able to write such a thing.

    My own "A Message from the Troll" is a retelling of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, but it is not new. Alas. And I think of Anne Sexton's Cinderella when I think of fairy tale retellings.

    *ponders writing another fairy tale based poem - better late than never*

  2. I love Neil Gaiman. He is amazing. I wish I could have read him as child. Noevermind, I read him now.

  3. Wow. That's awesome. Thank you so much for sharing. I need to read more of him.