ivan woke up he was in a strange room he wasn't afraid
this was surprising especially to himself because ivan was afraid of everything
but in this strange room he felt no fear
baba yaga entered the room ivan wasn't afraid
"is everything all right?" she asked "yes," ivan answered casually "except that
i would like a canary instead of a parrot
i do not care for its inane jabbering and would prefer a sweetly warbling canary"
she looked him in the eye "that is not possible"
"i think it is very possible" ivan stared back boldly
"no"
ivan blinked he felt all his fears
returning
like snakes waking up in the sun or ice cubes melting in a glass of lemonade
the old woman closed the door and poor ivan collapsed whimpering
on the floor as the parrot squawked happily
and kept up its chatter all through the afternoon as ivan expired
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after a while the witch returned
and replaced the parrot with a canary
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5 comments:
this made me cry... bitterly...
how words can be real... when a heart speaks with them...
thanks for the cathartic tears...
thanks, hb
glad to see this site is now "safe"
hope to hear more from you - as i'm sure all your friends do
terse... only word that comes to mind here...
you've really got quite a way with words...
thanks for sharing with us...
Beautifull poem, but also a sad one.
No wonder the parrot was afraid, it has an intruition that was correct regarding the humans intentions about himself, the problem with fear is when is does not correlate with reality, when is a big fantasy that makes your life unhappy, but not when it warns about the perils you may encouter.
Take care, writte more often my friend.
as usual you have managed to convey deep and troubling engagements in this cryptic and ( I have to agree with Jon, here,) terse language.
I think you work with this strategy well ... there is a nobility about it that blends so well with your poetic...
thanks
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