Poetry: Postmodern Fairy Tale –Margaret Young

Postmodern Fairy Tale

Once there was a weasel. No,
stoat, mongoose, raptor—
which of these are names of roller coasters?
symbols of stealth, or cruelty?

Predators carry our dreams
out of the cellar, tails twitching.
Meet me at the cemetery gates
in a red pillbox hat, imaginary friend.

One real friend killed herself, left two daughters
and two hundred hats, all black. What did they do
with them? I could ask Eve, the younger.
Just went skydiving in Dubai, she posted.

Margaret Young is the author of two collections, Willow From the Willow (Cleveland State Poetry Center) and Almond Town
(Bright Hill Press). She lives in Beverly Massachusetts and teaches at Endicott college.

– photo by VOIGTF64

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s