Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!

May 13, 2011

He stands where she stood, looking like everyday life,
a wolf in glass slippers, late for the ball,
a Little Red Herring with cats in her shawl—
you know, the poster child of harmony and strife…
It seems what all you boys and girls forgot to bring
today he has in abundance. Heraclitus
incarnate, his words should entitle us
to a playground go-round, a floral thing
more tender and magnanimous—more bees,
more clover, more flowers, honey—than we
deserve to have, you know. But fairy tales can be
a skein of ice, woven water about to freeze.
To freeze, he says. This child is but a skin.
Hold out her hands. Show me her chin-y chin chin.


2 Responses to “Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Yes, something along those lines. I’m not really terribly happy with this one, but it seemed worth doing putting it out there anyway.

  2. John Stevens Says:

    Ah … beautifully menacing! The sonnet as gothic horror!

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