Saturday, 21 March 2009

Kywitt, kywitt!

"My mother she killed me,
My father he ate me,
My sister, little Marlinchen,
Gathered together all my bones,
Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
Laid them beneath the juniper tree,
Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!"

(Extract from "The Juniper Tree" from Grimm's Fairy Tales. I'm rediscovering many loved old treasures, post-move; like this 1975 edition, in near perfect condition. Apparently, mine since I was 2.5yrs. Contains some truly frightening engravings.)

Sunday, 15 March 2009

tied up

when I think of you
I smile and have to look away
afraid you'll see
what I just can't say

when I'm near you
I always fear the worst, by the way
afraid I see
what can only be dismay

when I speak to you
the idiot inside takes over
speaking in tongues
that should never have their say

when I hear from you
it's always more I crave
tell me what you'd like to do
let's go spend a perfect day