splintered stakes
rotting, blunt
mallet knock
breaking sticks
wound in string
stuck with mud
teepee cubby
far from the house
far as a child might go
crawl in
crunch a biccie
watch the sky
in slats and holes
dog squeezes in
licks crumbs
licks face
lies down, curled.
she pours over petals,
twigs, potions, snails,
far away and safe, but
Hansel’s in the oven
just next door
just next door
I AM FREAKING OUT ABOUT HANSEL
ReplyDeleteME TOO! I was sure the witch from the Hansel and Gretel lived at the back of our yard, but it didn't stop me playing there!
ReplyDeleteHappy families!
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ReplyDeletelove this, and the slight horror implied by the angle of the shot together with the scrap of red (Morph has been here....);)
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