the moon down beats a beat
on her shiny skinless drum
she beats a tune with without a beat
on her drum without a skin
and the fairies lure
a moon child to the forest
with red berries
don't eat the berries’
cries her father
don't eat the berries’
begs her mother
red juices running down
on her tongue and pouting lips
red juices stain her gown
running down on her pale pristine gown
from her toes up to her neck
red red red
there are stains on her gown
and the child and the fairies
they dance till well past midnight
'If I tell you a real secret
will you keep it from your mama?'
the wicked witch whispers
softly to the curious child
'but be careful if you do
vicious crows will peck your eyes'
rampant vipers chase the child
all the way onto the altar
the red stains on her gown
driving the serpents wild
and a goblin gives the moon child
twelve doughnuts soaked in honey
'don't eat the doughnuts'
cries her father
'don't eat the doughnuts'
begs her mother
honey oozes from her mouth
crumbs and sugar on her lips
red paint stains the ark
red paint fills the rivers
red paint drowns the doves
the moon down beats a beat
on her shiny skinless drum
she beats a tune with without a beat
on her drum without a skin
and the child and the witch
the serpents and the goblins
they dance till well past midnight
then they drag her
down the staircase
red stains on her shroud
crumbs and sugar on her lips
A few words about the poem…
A coming-of-age poem: Choices and Consequences in the Realm of Fantasy
In this evocative coming-of-age poem, moonbeams gracefully traverse ethereal landscapes, illuminating a mesmerizing journey—a disturbing tale of a young girl's sexual awakening. It invites us to wander through moonlit woods, where anticipation hangs in the air, and mystical creatures lurk, their presence both captivating and tinged with unease.
Within whispered secrets, malevolent fairies hover, their intentions veiled in mischief. They tempt our young protagonist with forbidden crimson berries, enticing symbols of desire that dangle before her innocent gaze. Yet, as she ventures deeper into the nocturnal woods, the enigmatic presence of a wicked witch casts an alluring but cryptic spell upon her path.
This poetic odyssey of innocence and awakening intertwines desires and destinies. It is part of a compelling series of poems exploring the choices we make in life and their enduring consequences. Guided by the radiant moon, our young heroine navigates each twist and turn, serving as a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between curiosity, longing, and the weight of our actions.
The reader is invited to witness the dance between innocence and experience, and the evoking of a symphony of emotions. Through the poem’s lens, the moon becomes a metaphorical beacon, illuminating the labyrinthine paths we traverse in our existence. It is a tale that resonates with the timeless human condition, where desire and destiny entwine.
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