I’m a feral housewife
Full of ravaging vibrant life
Dancing in my fanciful
Forest wild and free of
Man’s created strife
I stir love and elderberries into
My pancakes and green tea
When I rise with the sun
Mist and the merry chittering of
Squirrels greet me heartily
I lead the bunch, happily strolling
Through our favorite gully
Searching for fairy hallows and goblin scars
We wile away what feels like hours
Only to emerge
Seeing but ten minutes have passed
On the patina copper dial in the yard
I skip inside my crooked shoe hut
And bake a batch of biscuits
For all whom I love
A fragrant mixture of
Ripe berries, aromatic bark, and pine nuts
While my attendants tend to pies of mud
Left to bake on the window sill in
The noon time sun
Made special for our froggy chums
Taken with a steaming cup of
Steeped rose blossom tea
The whole head snipped and
Dried dangling from hand plaited hemp twine
Blooming anew in my rose quartz pot
I share the shimmering liquid
With all who gather at the scent of the brew
Taking my ease
Napping in the filtered light a
Sweet afternoon breeze carries
In dreams I haven’t
Had the pleasure of meeting yet
Trapped hopelessly in the fairy net
I keep spread across
My canopy bed
Made of two matchboxes and
A Handkerchief
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (5)
Fabulous. Living in Sweden I often hear of little people living in the forest. I may have seen one or two, lol. Loved the match boxes and kerchief description.
Mmmm, I wish I could join her for those biscuits and tea hehehe. Loved your poem!
I absolutely love this! Such fantastic worldbuilding and imagery.
If there are domestic housewives, there have to be feral ones, and they are far more interesting
This is so goblincore. Love it. The line about dreams you haven’t met yet is awesome, and the descriptions of the foods/ aromas/ teas really made this poem feel real.