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Annette
Marie Hyder
A
Fairy Tale Come True
(Pipe)
You, the Pied Piper of Hamlin
to my words, lure, entice.
They come, the children of my thoughts,
running-tumbling-skipping at your call,
dash through the heavily guarded portcullis
of my mouth
and just like in the story
they are gone – I can’t take them back.
(Prick)
I pricked my finger
on the spindle of your tongue
and now my common sense is heavy lidded,
my intuition sleeps.
All the while, breadcrumbs are being pecked
by birds with pin-top shiny eyes
and a ball of twine recoils upon itself.
(Snap!)
Here’s another story:
My gingerbread heart
ran and ran and ran singing
You can’t catch me. Nobody can.
The clever fox of your hands
promised to carry it to safety;
holds it still
in glad-handed jaw grip. |