Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Lisa Brockwell #14 Three Blind Mice



Three blind mice

Three blind mice.  Three blind mice.
See how they run.  Imagine how they feel.
Misogyny means it’s the farmer’s wife
who cut off their tail with a carving knife
that’s mild compared to what she’s seen in life.
Like the black death.  More failed crops.
Stillborn babies.  Not enough to eat.

Or is she Queen Mary?  Them protestant clergy?
See how they run.   Smell how they burn.
A sinister song without changing a word
yet sung to babies all over the world,
did you ever hear such a thing in your life
as three blind mice?


With thanks to Rosemary Nissen-Wade and her poem 'Don't say a word' (#13) which inspired this take on the challenge Rosemary posted in the notes to her poem:

The Eerie Nursery Rhymes challenge at 'imaginary garden with real toads' calls for 'seemingly sweet lullaby-like poems which ooze ... creepiness.' 





3 comments:

  1. Terrific. Seriously 'creepy'! The truth is out.

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  2. Yes, that nursery rhyme, sung in such a jolly way, was always alarming if one really paid attention to what was said. You've expanded on it as horrifically as the challenge asked, exploring two possible implications.

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  3. love this! the way it suddenly subverts in the 2nd line.

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