said she didn't know anything about ovens,
so the witch crawled in to show her
and Bam! went the big door.
Then she strolled out to the shed where
her brother was fattening, knocked down
a wall, and lifted him high in the air.
Not long after the adventure in the forest
Gretel married so she could live happily.
Her husband was soft like Hansel. Her
husband liked to eat.
Ever after was the size of a kitchen.
Gretel remembered when times were better.
She'd laughed out loud when the witch
popped like a weenie.
"Gretel! Stop fooling around and fix
"There's something wrong with this oven,"
she says, her eyes bright as treasure.
"Can you come here a minute?"
- Ron Koertge
After last year's fun, I couldn't stand to miss this year's Blogger's Silent Poetry Reading, so I'm late to the party, but I'm bringing Malabrigo, so I hope I'm forgiven.
Koertge was faculty in my MFA program. Think Billy Collins as a dirty old man with less critical acclaim, wearing pajamas and flirting with the former-stripper-turned-writer-for-kids.
Gretel is Raveled here.
And for those of you who read to the bottom, take a sneak peek here at the magic that's coming to Fricknits in a few days!