Siwar and the BearA Poem by YouoweYoupayHe sniffed her gown and long black hair. That curious, dreadfully big, brown bearSiwar
and the Bear Pretty, little Honey
Plume Bid her home farewell Behind windmills
Of North Creek
brown And a dried up wishing
well
She ran so swift Her cries were lost Among conifer trees She left her pair of
unsure legs Along the river crease They turned to stone Her pastel legs And down she sank Before she'd known The shortest route to
land
She lay upon her back until She'd learned again to
breathe And along came a hungry
bear He smelt her sadness and despair Quite so limber, quite so sweet Mistaking it for honey He sniffed her gown and
long black hair That curious, dreadfully big, brown bear
And Honey Plume so fast
asleep Now in sudden wake and fear Had shrieked and hurt the old bear's ears And in return he tore
her face Before he strayed to
find his honey And leave her tangled in
disgrace
And poor, little Honey
Plume So sorry, spoilt and
hurt She kneels to the docile
river To wash the bloody,
absurd Stubborn, salty, little tears
She needed no herb She needed no healer She needed no Seraph To guide and relief her
She wished for a mirror
with no border To break and splinter
and Slowly slot beneath her
skin To hide the hideous bear-claw
smears The lass would need to work
with care She mustn't spill more blood Lest she attract a crueler bear
And as our story comes
to end You just might come to
think: Ah, young girls must stay
dutiful And in those little,
jagged mirrors Upon her ghastly face
you'll see, That you were never
beautiful. © 2014 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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