A-Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day (yipes!)  Today, inspired by a Jane Yolen poem, Juliet tackles the letter "G."

The Grimm

In a moss-covered room,

She sweeps the grime from the Grimm.

When the men come home,

they track in wet sludge, stiffened crisps of fallen leaves, 

black ash from the mines.

She sweeps the grime from the Grimm.

After she eats the poison,

Their stumpy old hands will trap her in a clear box,

to admire.

Marriage will be her only escape.

So that is what she dreams of.

When it finally comes,

it wears tight pants and plants kisses on her,
disenchanted lips.

But in the end,

The palace walls draw as close as any crystal box.

There is more than one way to get stuck,

sweeping the grime from the Grimm.

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