The door slammed shut
With sound and fury
Rattling windows in their frames.
A gulf of silence
Swallowed the angry words,
Swallowed the I-hate-you-s
And love grew worried.
The silence grew
Filling corners
And her chair
And her hiding place under the stair
And love waited
Until
Plucking a lantern
From a hook on the wall
And wrapping a cloak tight
Over her shawl,
Love ventured out
Into the winter woods
Where the bears roamed wild
And the winds whined,
After the child
Who had stormed away
Stamping
And refusing to eat
The porridge that
Love set before her.
28th July 2015
(First Published in a Hightown Writers Anthology A Book of Delights 2016)
2 comments:
I love this Liz
What a great take on the Goldilocks story!
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