March 4th, 2005
really good poem... the spinster's curse
THE SPINSTER'S CURSE
by Naya Valdellon
This is what the thirteenth fairy
must have felt. I peer through
the thick glass of hte nursery,
looking for you. All babies have
the same slits for eyes, pink-
cheeked pudginess I can't stand.
They point you out to me, well-
meaning friends of your mother,
cooing their pigeon-hearted
predictions, spinning futures
rosy as the ribbon encircling
your wrist. They say you have
a small hole in your heart, a con-
genital defect - meaning you
were born with it. Good thing
it's healing, cells are knitting
together, valves are shutting
and opening for your life. See,
I'm not that heartless; it's just that
You could have been mine.
So, here's my version of a curse,
a portent of puberty; you will
bleed as if pricked and punctured
by an unseen spindle each month.
You will learn to bar the chambers
of your heart with brambles
and thorns. Rumors will spread
that you are dead. Sleeping beauty,
you will dream that someone's
kiss will bring you back to life
after a hundred years. Don't count
on him appearing that easily -
princes are hard enough to come
by these days; they like to take
their time. Oh, do stop clenching
your heart-sized fist at me -
you were born with a hollow
in your heart. I have one, too.
enough said.. i'm out.. bye bye..