one poem today...that i read aloud...in a house all alone...

"Locks" by Neil Gaiman

 

We owe it to each other to tell stories,

as people simply, not as father and daughter.

I tell it to you for the hundredth time:

 

"There was a little girl, called Goldilocks,

for her hair was long and golden,

and she was walking in the Wood and she saw — "

 

"— cows." You say it with certainty,

remembering the strayed heifers we saw in the woods

behind the house, last month.

 

"Well, yes, perhaps she saw cows,

but also she saw a house."

 

"— a great big house," you tell me.

 

"No, a little house, all painted, neat and tidy."

 

"A great big house."

 

You have the conviction of all two-year-olds.

I wish I had such certitude.

 

"Ah. Yes. A great big house.

And she went in . . ."

 

I remember, as I tell it, that the locks

Of Southey's heroine had silvered with age.

The Old Woman and the Three Bears . . .

Perhaps they had been golden once, when she was a child.

 

And now, we are already up to the porridge,

"And it was too— "

"— hot!"

"And it was too— "

— cold!"

And then it was, we chorus, "just right."

 

The porridge is eaten, the baby's chair is shattered,

Goldilocks goes upstairs, examines beds, and sleeps,

unwisely.

 

But then the bears return.

Remembering Southey still, I do the voices:

Father Bear's gruff boom scares you, and you delight in it.

 

When I was a small child and heard the tale,

if I was anyone I was Baby Bear,

my porridge eaten, and my chair destroyed,

my bed inhabited by some strange girl.

 

You giggle when I do the baby's wail,

"Someone's been eating my prridge, and they've eaten it —"

"All up," you say. A response it is,

Or an amen.

 

The bears go upstairs hesitantly,

their house now feels desecrated. They realize

what locks are for. They reach the bedroom.

 

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed."

And here I hesitate, echoes of old jokes,

soft-core cartoons, crude headlines, in my head.

 

One day your mouth will curl at that line.

A loss of interest, later, innocence.

Innocence; as if it were a commodity.

"And if I could," my father wrote to me,

huge as a bear himself, when I was younger,

"I would dower you with experience, without experience."

and I, in my turn, would pass that on to you.

But we make our own mistakes. We sleep

unwisely.

It is our right. It is our madness and our glory.

The repetition echoes down the years.

When your children grow; when your dark locks begin to silver,

when you are an old woman, alone with your three bears,

what will you see? What stories will you tell?

 

"And then Goldilicks jumped out of the window and she ran —

Together, now: "All the way home."

 

And then you say, "Again. Again. Again."

 

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

These days my sympathy's with Father Bear.

Before I leave my house I lock the door,

and check each bed and chair on my return.

 

Again.

 

Again.

 

Again..

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oh neil gaiman...
you make me wish i could write.

i found this here
but go here to read more of his poetry
and more of him...and feel free to be envious
of his talent....
 

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