AppleI've always liked this poem, in part because I love fairy tale poetry. Here's another poem I love.
by Eve Merriam
what do you hide?
so shiny and red,
don't waste it,
come and be fed.
one bite and
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 poem in its entirety.You can read more poems like this at The Journal of Mythic Arts: Fairy Tale Poems.
This week I'm heading down the fairy tale path. Right now I'm writing poems about magical objects, having been inspired by the apple poem. Perhaps I'll write about a pumpkin coach. Who knows?! I hope you'll join me in writing some fairy tale poetry this week. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results in time for Poetry Friday.