The Huffs And Puffs That Blew Heart Away




They formulate Girl
             within enceinte Maw,
weave here and mesh there
                   of gold, lambent straw.
Some mangled, some split
           but entwined through strife
‘til Wolfgang the Third
                 strolled into Girl’s life.
Each strand of his fur
           silk milk against light,
but Girl soon discerned
                   they ruffled at night.
The smallest of breeze,
                       a trivial stir
and a huffing and puff
                  he’d bellow at her.
Girl tried to hold strong
                       bear winds until day,
but the blast of his wrath
                 sprawled Girl’s golden hay.


 Young Lady scoops up
              bronze scraps of dogwood
placed here and stuck there
                    best young lady could.
Rain mist and rainbows
                were always ashore
‘til Wolverine Jones
                      slinked into the fore.
Piercing opal eyes
              cloud Young Lady’s sight
to brazen, black lust
                   he howls at the night.
Young Lady confronts
                      dark wolf gone astray
and a huffing and puff--
                he blew her away.
Pink skin suffered some
                     puce bruises and nicks,
Bronze heart suffered most
              being made of the sticks.


Woman blocks her heart
                   with permafrost clay
through sweating and toiling
                       to keep wolves at bay.
Woman’s mind like stone,
                  arctic to the touch,
a vow made through thoughts:
                         “I won’t love so much.”
Glass ice in her veins
               as Pale Woman stacks,
halting Alfred Wolfe
                   dead in his snow tracks.
No huffing and puff
                just kind as can be,
but wolves from before
                  are all Woman sees.
No more Girl with straw,
                       no Young Lady sticks.
Pained Woman will stay
                behind glacial bricks





Comments

  1. Just brilliant. What more can I say?

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  2. Such a brilliant evolution of the initial idea through all the ages of womanhood, and lurking wolfiness of man-kind. I love the way you have laid out your lines, and the imagery is top drawer brilliance.

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    1. Please share on Real Toads Monday Open Link, Shawn. there are readers out there waiting for this.

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  3. Wow! That was brilliant. One of my gave fables cleverly recrafted. Really enjoyed this

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  4. Wonderful! I loved every line..brilliant! I so hope you join Real Toads~ The vivid imagery was dazzling :D

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  5. So after revelling in your brilliant comment on my piece (I do wait for your reviews - they are the best!) I have hope that you've posted a new poem.... alas, you haven't, but then I realised I never commented on this brilliant parabolic tale of twist!

    The rhythm is just so luxurious and so wonderfully at odds with the sentiment that it all just snowballs, building momentum as it runs towards that final stanza. And what images you present in this hybrid fairytale of an adult complex, I love this:
    Young Lady confronts
    dark wolf gone astray
    and a huffing and puff--
    he blew her away.
    Pink skin suffered some
    puce bruises and nicks,
    Bronze heart suffered most
    being made of the sticks.


    Woman blocks her heart
    with permafrost clay
    through sweating and toiling
    to keep wolves at bay.
    Woman’s mind like stone,
    arctic to the touch,
    a vow made through thoughts:
    “I won’t love so much.”

    and yes I'm aware I've just copied a chunk of the poem, but it's wholly justified, and I'd have copied more than that too. The heart of sticks, mind of arctic - the stony resolve of heart and mind in a rare unison that can come only from battles of life. Then the crux of the piece:

    No more Girl with straw,
    no Young Lady sticks.
    Pained Woman will stay
    behind glacial bricks

    Bravo!! Now you need to get writing!!

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