Bohemia (Online / Print) October 2013
could resist those gumdrop
those icing gutters, pink
shutters and doors, shrubs
spun sugar, those licorice windows
that delicate black cracker chimney?
indeed. No one. Everyone
stopped, even if only to visit,
briefly, wished they could
it home, wanted to possess
a finely sprinkled chocolate lawn.
sooner or later, sweetness fades:
there’s only a blazing stove,
blazing iron oven and a wicked and
witch, wishing she wasn’t
always alone, wasn’t always so lost
the deep and darkening woods,
from her cat and her coven,
in vain to fill her emptiness
a couple of wayward children
in cages in the corner.