tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post6957214366870543681..comments2024-03-28T21:51:42.221-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Fairy Tale ItemsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81373290229231886782011-03-04T10:59:03.248-05:002011-03-04T10:59:03.248-05:00I pulled this earlier this week because I wasn'...I pulled this earlier this week because I wasn't completely happy with it, but I could tweak it endlessly, so here it is finally. Or for the time being.<br /><br /><b>Song of the Knife</b><br /><br />I am the Knife,<br />sharpened and blue.<br />Friend of the Huntsman,<br />trusted and true.<br /><br />Hired by Witches<br />late in the night<br />to plunge through the hearts<br />of girls david elzeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16653215150526146224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-77331158651588677682011-03-03T22:16:11.130-05:002011-03-03T22:16:11.130-05:00Tali Lavi:
The Witness
I am nothing to her but ...Tali Lavi:<br /><br /><br />The Witness<br /><br />I am nothing to her but another servant<br />one that she looks past only to see herself.<br />King Solomon once lamented, ‘All is vanity’<br />but even he would have paused<br />if he had countenanced this lady<br />fair of face<br />festered of soul.<br /><br />But I must not lie.<br />I am a witness to her beauty.<br />Each day she calls me<brTali Lavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09340222301141819441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42673137388710122572011-03-02T10:46:10.332-05:002011-03-02T10:46:10.332-05:00My humblest apologies to the great Rado/Ragni team...My humblest apologies to the great Rado/Ragni team for giving us the lyrics to that wonderful musical, and a part of this poem. <br /><br />RAPUNZEL UNDONE<br /><br /><i>Give me a head with hair<br />long beautiful hair…</i><br /><br />Quite frankly, I'd like to <br />give a good tongue-lashing <br />to the twerps that wrote <br />those words who <br />obviously <br />never <br />had <br />CarolWeishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01070606276175218670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-82477829521645493022011-03-02T08:49:10.910-05:002011-03-02T08:49:10.910-05:00Cinderella’s Leftovers
I’ll never forget me that ...Cinderella’s Leftovers<br /><br />I’ll never forget me that night.<br />I was a fresh new mother,<br />(so many children <br />I didn’t know what to do)<br />comin’ home in the wee hours<br />comin’ home to the ol’ shoe<br />from playin’ cards <br />when shinin’ up from the cobbles<br />I seen a big punkin<br />lookin’ up at me so round-like<br />‘twas a moon made of orange.<br />I remember Amy L Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03830987204619914326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-44784158572888631602011-03-01T22:19:22.689-05:002011-03-01T22:19:22.689-05:00Mr. Hadley's Personal Museum Maintenance Recor...Mr. Hadley's Personal Museum Maintenance Record<br /><br />The first one was eaten by insects.<br />Or perhaps a rat, though I keep a cat.<br />Nibbled. Fribbled. Scrabbled. Gone.<br /><br />The second was stolen by a small boy. I saw<br />from across the room, but the snot-nosed thief<br />slipped away. I could tell he did it<br />merely to annoy. And he succeeded.<br /><br />The third? I Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-90824842338284163502011-03-01T12:26:49.781-05:002011-03-01T12:26:49.781-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.david elzeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16653215150526146224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-75627732450944104162011-03-01T12:09:32.329-05:002011-03-01T12:09:32.329-05:00Great work so far! Here's another:
Codger wi...Great work so far! Here's another:<br /><br /><br /><b>Codger with Seven-League Boots<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />That Sunday, when I put those buggers on,<br />Those lace-ups I’d purloined from Grimmy’s Pawn,<br />The neighbors’ mangy dog’d defiled my lawn.<br />I stomped the porch one step, I swear I’d gone<br />Half-crazed with rage—it’s not polite to yawn—<br />And won the Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-4450230637019024712011-03-01T10:57:49.989-05:002011-03-01T10:57:49.989-05:00I am the Apple
I am the apple
dappled by sun,
pol...I am the Apple<br /><br />I am the apple<br />dappled by sun,<br />polished by rain<br />burnished by galls<br />cut by the witch,<br />stitched by her hand,<br />injected with poison,<br />suspected by none.<br /><br />©2011 JAne Yolen all rights reservedjaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-28351557858905182972011-02-28T23:44:25.829-05:002011-02-28T23:44:25.829-05:00The Apple
A puff of breath upon the skin,
then po...The Apple<br /><br />A puff of breath upon the skin,<br />then polished with a sleeve.<br />And with the palm, three squeaky rubs --<br />a shine to lure, deceive.<br /><br />Reflected deep in ruby red,<br />a hag in rags, a hooded head.<br /><br />A gift, not much, but nonetheless<br />Do take it, that's a dear.<br />Maroon so true to match your lips,<br />Your eyes, so blue and clear.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-73649047317193004192011-02-28T20:51:44.415-05:002011-02-28T20:51:44.415-05:00CHILD WAKING AT NIGHT
By Steven Withrow
She stirs...<b>CHILD WAKING AT NIGHT<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />She stirs, and bares her baby teeth,<br />A sharp and predatory grin.<br />Small fists scare like wrens beneath<br />The panicked sheet. What waits within<br />Her wooded sleep, her dreamer’s den,<br />To stalk and still her breath again?<br /><br />She wreathes her fears in kindling smoke,<br />Her brittle bonework blanket-pinned,<brSteven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-18838251604640724052011-02-28T19:13:47.169-05:002011-02-28T19:13:47.169-05:00Spinning
Spin, my wheel. Spin! Spin!
The wheel ...Spinning<br /><br />Spin, my wheel. Spin! Spin!<br />The wheel turns and the straw goes in,<br />and the scent of magic fills the air,<br />it crackles and flashes,<br />shimmers and clashes,<br />with logic and science and mundane fare,<br /><br />and still the wheel turns. Turns, turns, <br />twisting the straw as reality burns<br />in a golden flame of otherworld fire.<br />It shrivels and Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15769803733067838372noreply@blogger.com