Supernatural Fairy Tales |
| Fairy Tale Poem by Guest Writer Chrissa Sandlin Posted: 27 Nov 2009 08:33 AM PST The Land of Never Tell Don't open a door, don't look at a man (Inspired by the fairy tale, East of the Sun West of the Moon) I live in the land of Never Tell Where the richest of secrets Is the depth of a soul, a man And to see his full measure Will soon break the spell. East of the sun in a Lapland fur On the borders of the land I dig my fingers deep In the snow beyond the snow West of the moon and his curse. Witches hide curses in rude boys Who grown them silent within. Never Tell is their secret place In a sacred unfastening, skins, And girls with golden toys. Sister wives would know me, Telling me their shall-nots Like half-welcome guests, Lifting the sun to the morn With patience, wearily. On our circumscribed quest We girdle the entire globe In a fairy tale of kindness Borrowing our way on To being kindly kept. Give me my husband! Bid My tongue to silent lie Like my body beside him. Bear me up, bear me up! In Never Tell I live. |
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