The
Princess’s Poem
Here she is in the woods again
(surrounded
by giants)
trying to get to
grandmother’s heart
where stepmother can’t see her cry.
She longs
for some help
from a wizard she knows
but he’s home in his garden
with problems of his own.
So plunging her arm
down her throat
like a hunter
she hauls out a shimmering fish
with razorlike teeth
& ears that can
hear her
& grandmother’s
beautiful eyes.
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