You walk at the edges of forests in mist
between the cocoons and the wrinkles;
Enchanted, you glance in the mirror of self
in realms where you still are unsure.
The Glassmanlein waiting behind every fir
are watching you carefully, daughter;
They know as a Sunday's child that you hold
the power to call them to you
By way of a magic spell given at birth;
You'll use it just once, use it well ~
For Hollander Michael is at your command,
your masculine alter ego.
What terror you wreak with that heart in your hand ~
the heart of a living human!
For the trade that you'll make for a stone heart someday
will swap joy to deaden the pain.
But the sparkling pinecone the Glassmanlein give
will ward off the evil as planned.
Author notes
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my daughter is currently playing the role of the giant, Hollander Michael, in Wilhelm Hauff's Black Forest fairy tale "The Cold Heart."
A contest entry
- a place between the cocoons and wrinkles. by bird-mad girl.
1750 points, ended November 19, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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THis is intelligent poetry I love the reality and tale mixed in such a smooth way. Wonderful exciting and magical.
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Like how you blend real-world with Märchenwelt. That is the fantastic aspect of any good fantasy tale. It is just on the otherside of any mirror-like surface.
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Impressive!
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Thank you for fixing the AN for me!
I agree with the person below me. You've taken pieces of the play and laced them with your personal life and watching your daughter play a character in the play. I thought that was incredible and clever.
Also, nice job in slipping in the title of the contest but making it fit seamlessly into your piece. Yay I feel as if I'm apart of this piece!
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I know who you are but could you just make a quick adjustment and put your username in the AN, thank you!
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