Friday, October 23, 2015

Fetching Lies

Storytellers fetch lies from the eyes of the world
and offer them to little girls
like ice cream
with chocolate swirls,
but I know better.

I can read numbers,
letters,
palms,
the weather - the leather
on my Bible is near worn through.  It's true.
So, I don't need you

to once upon a time me,
fairy tale find me,
or kiss me
off my cross -
I'm not lost.

The bread crumbs behind me weren't to guide me home;
they were tossed

by me
for the birds to take
while I went wandering with wolves
wide awake.

Still not entirely happy with this one, but I'm submitting it to Marian's prompt at Real Toads

19 comments:

Rommy said...

There's a beautiful rhythm in this. Even though you aren't satisfied it reads beautifully.

Gail said...

It moves and coils and dances. I like it.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a spectacular piece! Love the closing lines :D

Kerry O'Connor said...

I applaud the tone of the speaker, here. There is a healthy defiance in the attitude that refuses to be stereotyped into a role and a unique sense of individuality. i find it a very satisfying read.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I think it's great just the way you have it here, but then again, your editorial stringency is probably why your writing is so uniformly excellent, and mine is... well, put i this way: on my monitor is the following slogan "Done is better than perfect."

Loved the rhythm here - it was fun to read.

brudberg said...

I really like the conclusion.. It makes a perfect sense to me, the rhymes helps to get that wildness in it,

hedgewitch said...

That opening line is one of those heavensent ones that pull everything out, all the stops, and just build the poem on themselves. This is sharp and well-tuned for every inch of itself. Little girls fall for lies--women cut them up and make a quilt, or a bonfire.

Sylvia K said...

You are the best!!! And you never fail to amaze me!!

paper sea said...

Not happy with this??? Are you crazy?! This is perfect! Really, one of my favorites of yours, from the first word to the last. Sassy, spicy, sharp. Classic MZ.

Hannah said...

Geesh. Well, I am. Happy. This is raw and rippin' good, MZ!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I love the fierceness here--knew I should have stopped by the garden today!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic! I especially love your closing lines. Loved this so much, kiddo!

Susan said...

Whew. You wouldn't, by chance be a Tannith Lee fan? I love this poem even though I disagree about the storytellers! They say more truths than history! But those ridiculous romantic tales fed to little girls and boys about being princes ad princesses for each other! OK, lies, sweet sops for to rot the mind. I love the narrator's direct address "So, I don't need you." Love how palms and Bible and Cross bring more than one world together. And I love the truth of the trail of crumbs. I don't believe Hansel and Gretel would have found their way back home.

Sioux said...

YOU are not entirely happy with this poem yet? Well, if you're not happy with it, could one of us put OUR name on it, because I'm blown away by it. ;)

Marian said...

Yes! Love this, MZ. Makes me think of Red Riding Hood, who (in my mind anyway) embraced and approached the scary/attractive stuff with knowledge and intention.

De said...

YES.
Thank you for this. The video made me so sad. This brings such hope, and empowerment. YES.

Helen said...

Love the strength in her voice ....

Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! Amen to strength!

Fireblossom said...

Sorry I almost missed this one, MZ. This may just be the poem that weird video deserves.