All posts tagged: fairy-tale

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One

Day Twenty-One of NaPoWriMo, write a poem around a minor character from a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt but then the idea for the following poem struck and I decided to try and write that. I’ve noticed I use repetition quite a lot in my poems so I’m going to try and avoid it for the next few I think. Also! Today is National Poem In Your Pocket Day! The Witch’s Gardener The witch’s gardener was too old to remember his name. He sat by the turnips, stamped his feet against the dirt and tried to rattle the soil from the cracks in his boots. That was about all he was good for these days. When the man came over the wall, searching for rampion, he stayed where he was, hunched a little further into his collar and let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed. Became one with the terracotta, the twine and the mulch. When the witch asked about a thief he shrugged. Blamed …

The Stone Men

Nicholas’s father told him he was stupid to fear the Stone Men. They couldn’t hurt him; they couldn’t even twitch a single finger. Nicholas though his father was stupid not to notice the way the Stone Men smiled and winked; granite flesh grating over pock-marked eyeballs as he and his father walked the garden paths. “They’re not real Nicholas.” His father told him. “You shouldn’t be so childish.” Nicholas shook his head and ignored his father. His father was old, too old to hear the Stone Men laugh. They croaked with pebbles bubbling in their throats and only words that had been spoken before to say. “They’re waking up.” he whispered, though knew his father would beat him for speaking. His mother wore her Stone Men bruises as warnings; “Fists need not be rock to break the bone.” she said, hands wrapped around his own. “This place is not ours, we do not belong among these men of stone, they will break us!” His father came to drag her from his room. “Don’t fill the …

My Attempt at December Form Challenge

In December I thought I might attempt the December Form Challenge. Unfortunately I only managed to complete three poems for the month, due mainly to a title wave of university assignment. So for anyone who is interested. Here are my three fixed formed poems all the way from December. Lost in Wishing I took my dream and threw it down the well, Where I had tossed coins and wishes for you, Poured my hope in the silence as it fell… When I once thought that fairy tales were true. I wanted silver knights on proud horses, Godmothers, white mice and pumpkin coaches… But then you wanted to fight the dragon, And what was our future became fiction. (A Rispetto) Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos My brightly burning ice giant; god of fire, My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers— Will you still love me on Ragnarök’s byre? When your children wage war on their elders? For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos, And each will sit back to watch the destruction …