Friday, July 01, 2011

A Troll Who's Burned Its Bridge

I’m the troll who's burned its bridge
and dared to face the elements.
Moonlight shines my ugliness
on water and I see.

Teeth and tusks
with nails too long,
old rags for clothes
and absent shoes.

A nose contorts with
pointed ears as hair
sticks out in droves.
Eyes, such hollow eyes…

I long for sun
to turn me stone.
Or three billygoats to pass
so I can threaten them but really
just have company.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!