The golden road of Oz, sunny beachfront dossier from the calling of the sordid mask, did the mask of Dante peer, into the crump and dough with breadcrumbs in the sunlight bog, for the death of sorrowful faces, the mask does not befog, into the intern when not Hansel, but he bet on the witch, or did Gretel from which gather, that neither pervaded but one was accursed, the morning benumbing of footfalls and sparrows.
When Mom died, it was a lot to unpack
till sister got me back on track.
Stepmom was really mean.
Father's backbone, never seen.
Gretel always had my back.
They asked "Can you come and help us please"
"You are to far, to far to see"
They said " We are lost, starving. We need something to eat."
"The apples don't fall far from the trees. You must come closer and see"
They exclaimed "Excuse me, but they are just out of reach!"
"Then get off your knees, get off your knees!"
They proclaimed " These apples are black and filled with disease."
"Then just raise the ovens to 400 degrees."
They implored "Excuse me, are the apples ready for eat?"
"GET CLOSER AND SEE! GET CLOSER AND SEE!
chunks of dirt mingle with the bread.
cinnamon wafting in the wind.
a house of sugary bliss,
a promising deal of sweet paradise.
shoveling savories like a last meal--
bellies rising like dough,
suddenly shoved into a scalding scene.
outsides on fire,
insides igniting--
charred little children,
burnt sugar lingering on their tongues.
The cupboards were bare.
The stepmother said,
“There’s not enough.
Leave them instead.”
Into the woods
with crusts of bread,
they were left to starve
or end up dead.
The world was cruel,
the fire cold.
But children learn
to grow up bold.
The witch was hunger
in disguise.
They saw the truth
behind her eyes.
They lit the fire.
They found a way.
Two kids came back—
but not the same.
The siblings were barefooted, so walking was painful.
Gretel was tiring of this adventure when she saw a light.
I hope it is a castle, she suggested. Hansel squeezed her hand.
Maybe it is a spaceship that will whisk us off to a bakery.
They laughed at their silliness.
At the edge of a clearing they saw a candy house.
It was gorgeously decorated with peppermint candies.
Must be a mirage, Hansel said. Gretel did not know what that meant.
They ran down the hill, their bare feet not as tender now.
Do you think we should taste it? Gretel asked.
No one had answered the door.
As they began to consume the house a voice said
“Come in Children!”
Lily was a gorgeous maiden with an unusual hair color.
Men gave her more attention than she deserved.
Plenty of plain women were ready to turn her in.
Calling her witch, declaring she had cast a spell on them.
Some of the more jealous ones twitched violently.
Calling upon the good Christian soldiers to banish her.
She was about to get burned at the stake.
Something the ugly girls were glad to see.
But along came the witch hunters; Hansel and Gretel.
They had weapons and were not afraid to use them.
They rescued Lily, and warned the good people to leave her alone.
It was a sad day for the plain, ugly, sour-faced old maids.
Hansel and Gretel knew the power of good and bad witches.
Their mother had been a good witch; so they had an inside track.
They had experienced the wrath of a bad witch while young.
It was imperative they keep saving good witches, so they did.
And Mina rose up after Hansel's kiss
His kiss for her was a heaven's bliss
And Gretel found her forever
In Edward's arms, no stormy weather
And they all lived happily ever after
Hunting witches from here to there
Gretel,
my favorite
puppy we ever had
left us, over the rainbow bridge
miss her
You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx,
But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx.
I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out.
They give me joy and companionship; they truly make me shout!
You may refer to them as bobcats, if you grew up seeing them this way.
No difference to Hansel and Gretel, they still hunt down their prey.
Their silent padded paws help them hunt with the best of the beast.
When they drag in their carnage, we have a wonderful meat feast!
They were found by me as babies after hunters got their mother.
They are happy with me, and even more happy with each other.
A brother and a sister, they like to prowl and hunt at night.
I sigh a relief when they come home, knowing they’re all right.
They can run fifty miles an hour, faster than most cars on our road.
I like watching them skedaddle, when they are in chase mode.
They like to curl at my feet and listen to stories, and sigh.
And no burglar has ever bothered me. Don’t you wonder why?
If I were Hansel, you would be my Gretel. If I were Jaime, you would be my Cersei. If I were your brother, you would be my beloved sister. “You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!”* Alas, you never liked the fantasies of ancient incestuous hymns, preferring the realism of contemporary haiku:
okay, a quickie
but then we go see my mom
and dad anyway
*The Song of the Songs, 4 (9.10)
I want to make a joke about it, tell you that
your body has become a shelter for broken hearts, a
sanctuary for atheist gypsies,
you are a whole new definition of home.
Your body has become a shelter for broken hears, a
hiding place of a deserted alley on an August afternoon; I like oxygen more than I like heat.
You are a whole new definition of home and
this is the first time I'm not gasping for air, you're a
Hiding place of a deserted alley on an August afternoon; I like oxygen more than I like heat.
I want to make a joke out of this but
this is the first time I'm not gasping for air, you're a
good witch's candy house in the middle of the woods.
I want to make a joke out of this but
my sweet tooth is coming in. You happen to be a
good witch's candy house in the middle of the woods
and I haven't got any pebbles or slices of bread with me.
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