Poetry

Gobbled

I scooped you from the summer tree,
Blond hair tumbling, red boots kicking;
I will eat you up, I said.
Your cheeks were my apples,
Your stomach my cottage loaf and
You shrieked with laughter as
I gobbled you up.

Now you sit in your cage of bones
Poking out a skinny finger.
Oh, no one is laughing now.
I do not want to eat you.
I want to wake you but
My kiss does nothing.
I am lost in the dark forest without a sword
While witches crowd, gibbering in your ears
And the sun feels cold on your skin.