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.