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Fairy Tale

by Marlo 

Posted: 04 June 2004
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Fairy Tales

I traced her hair with my eyes
Winding down and twisting
With highlights of silver and gold
The natural black in contrast
To her pale and shrivelled face
Made her look like a witch
In fairy tales told as I listened
With suspense and shivered
In the dark only five years old

And as I reminisce I realise that
The cottage lies empty
And the woods so green by day
And dark by night
Will never play host
To my adult imagination
Caught up in the throws of life

To play I must revert
Re-enact my joy at stories read
And see through the eyes of my child
As I sit down beside the bed
Of my little one
Only when I share her emotions
Of stories told all new to her ears
Will the dark black hair
And gaunt face of the witch
Stop haunting me in my nightmares

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roovacrag at 07:04 on 05 June 2004  Report this post
Good play with words here. Flowed well and one that we all remember.
Wicked witch was always ugly and step mothers was something we never wanted as a childs mind see's the one's in the fairy tales.

Well done.
xx Alice

Account Closed at 17:26 on 05 June 2004  Report this post
Loved the circular, seasonal references to this, and the move between the generations - very haunting and lyrical!

Anne B

Account Closed at 19:36 on 05 June 2004  Report this post
Hi Marlo,

life as a fairty-tale, in a poem, complex with the way you've presented it to us, the reader, almost made me feel like the child being told the 'fairy tale'Does that make sense? :) I really liked this, thought you chose some beautiful constrasting words and pulled it all together to make an enigmatic poem that will stick long in my mind. Cheers,


The Walrus at 21:19 on 05 June 2004  Report this post
Enjoyed reading this but couldn't help but question why grown-ups feel that magic should cease at the end of childhood.

Enigmatic last line.

The Walrus


btw forgot to say - really liked the subject matter - look forward to reading more.

Felmagre at 09:08 on 06 June 2004  Report this post
I found the difference between an adult's and child's imagination thought provoking. Children have such vivd imagainations which somehow get lost in the transition.

Nighmares as well as dreams vanish, witches, goblins as well as invisible friends and fairies vanish in the process.

One wonders if non-fiction / fantasy writers are not in fact trying to re-capture something of this lost world.

A very mentally evocative piece. Thank you


poemsgalore at 11:53 on 06 June 2004  Report this post
This has a lovely magical atmosphere that only reliving your childhood can recapture.

Marlo at 20:20 on 06 June 2004  Report this post
Thank you all for such positive feedback.

I thought of it when I was reading my four year old Hansel and Gretal. Children abandoned by parents, only to be imprisoned, fattened up, and nearly eaten by someone they thought they could trust. Needless to say my daughter loved it.

Moral of the story, do not trust strangers, no no no, never eat gingerbread.



Tuppence at 18:19 on 04 February 2005  Report this post
agree with walrus magic never ceases if we are lucky see things with the eyes of child
lovely poem made my hairs stand on end
will read more x

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