Goldilocks

by sibyllene   Jun 8, 2008


Goldilocks

Had hair like a DaVinci angel,
emasculated and luxurious, and
it puffed around her face in
silky curly clouds.

We don't hear about her eyes, but
we know they were blue -
they must have been: the sky
to match her silky cloudy hair.

The world, she thinks,
lies like a platter before her
little, smelly, white feet - It overflows -
like melting ice cream spilling over a cone,
sickly silky sweet, she runs a pink tongue around the edges.

She assumes
(which makes it worse than premeditation)
that she is entitled
(which makes it worse than theft)
to anything she happens to want:
house, porridge, bed, partiality...

But she doesn't get it.
To jump out a window , a victim,
is spoonfuls of hot porridge more preferable than
realization and shame.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lu

    Had hair like a DaVinci angel,
    emasculated and luxurious, and
    it puffed around her face in
    silky curly clouds.
    ^^^
    Great imagery created here !!!

    She assumes
    (which makes it worse than premeditation)
    that she is entitled
    (which makes it worse than theft)
    to anything she happens to want:
    house, porridge, bed, partiality...
    ^^^
    I love the uniqueness of this ... brilliant

    A very interesting read that holds a deep message.

    Loved the read !
    Luanne

  • 15 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    She is, after all, still a child, young;
    above all, immature...

    You, however, are a woman of poetic insight,
    and the will to carefully demonstrate it......

    good job!

  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Very clever and beautifully written parody
    It even has a deep twist

  • 15 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I adore you.

  • 15 years ago

    by Cory Mastrandrea

    But there was nothing about what a great improvisor she was, or how great she was at getting out of a jam when her back was against the wall.