Head down...

Here is a little something something while I complete my final university assignment (which looks like it'll be about 10,000 words long at the rate I'm going). It includes a bit of a look at how Margaret Mahy uses and subverts fairy tales in her fiction. Which reminded me of this poem I wrote and posted some time back.

I have made some changes.

Cruelty 

Sometimes words escape me

I think it's because I pinch them

As if I'm Hansel and Gretel's witch.

Sometimes I squeeze them

so hard

Cut them to make them fit

Like the feet of step-sisters

In Cinderella's dainty shoes

That they bleed

upon the paper

Leaving a stain upon the page

That reads between the lines

Like the truth of ‘happy ever after’

In old fairy tales