before my mother died
she told my father he must only marry
one as doe-eyed as she
one who knew domestic arts
and could please him in the bedroom as she had
so on my twelfth birthday
when i brought him a cake made with rosemary and wild
berries and my tears
not knowing what she had told him
he looked into my eyes and stroked my skin
presented me her ruby ring
for he had taken it
before he buried her
and i could almost see the phantom of her thin white finger
pointing at me from inside

i looked at him with my mother's eyes
and told him only
if he found the magic deer
that roams the woods
would i be his

he sent out his men to find her and they brought her back to me
she reminded me of mother
and i wept into her fur
begging her to save me

thus i was transformed into a doe like she
and i ran fast and far
with the king's men at my hooves
until i reached another land

there the prince he captured me
in his golden net
and brought me to his castle
where i was fed and watered
free to roam as i saw fit
the secret woods

we shall see if he loves me enough
to let me remain a deer until i'm ready
or else i'll be a monster
half human and half beast
chained by the throat
my father's daughter


  • Imogen Saturday, 01 September 2012

    Gah! "Throw your cloak" is what I couldn...

    Gah! "Throw your cloak" is what I couldn't type properly

  • anaisbelieve Friday, 31 August 2012

    fragmented these events shift across my mind in ...

    fragmented these events shift across mymind in sparksthe needles ofrememberingfind me barequestioningif i can’t seethe in betweenshow to stitch theseam?a depressed violin scrapes atthe sound i want to be borna chromatic scaletaunt stringsbegin to frayin time they willbetray me.

  • Imogen Friday, 31 August 2012

    Faunling Deerskin Wild thing Throw you cloak if A...

    FaunlingDeerskinWild thingThrow you cloak ifAshes, fur, feathers, tangledHair over my frailNakedness.No princes, no suitors, noHeavy gowns, no cold crownsNo glass slippers I can'tWalk, can't dance in, Can't run away.No fathers (no fathers)To own, to have, to takeTo give away,To buy with rings andPretty things andDresses that Shine like the sunGleam like the moonGlitter like starsTo whisper How pretty, how sweet you areIn the clutching dark,No body, naked, vulnerable,Growing, changing, Bleeding, torn,Only ashes and fur,Feathers and tangled hair,Only wind, and leaves,And rain, and earth,Only you and meAnd long strong legs toRun, run, runAway.Deer skin, beloved beastling,Take me away

  • Jessa Marie Wednesday, 29 August 2012

    10. doe eyed i must have looked at you that way a...

    10. doe eyedi must have looked at you that wayabout a million timessincere brown eyesunder stick straight lashes(they slanted downwardsmaybe i didn't look feminine enough)my breasts were too smalleven pushed up by expensive braslace and tullethe centers, dusky pink and puckeredlike the cabbage roses on the sheets(did they not make you feel man enough?)so naivei thought hunters wore orange vests andarmy greennever sleek silver and colors of nightnever a disarming smilei thought hunters shot point blanki never knew the game could be braveresponding to the gentle coo of the killerthe clear, cold cock(of a shotgun)BLAM!bleeding all over your mom's shabby chic quilt(i couldn't be your red rosei was your dandelionblow and scatter togrant your wishes)my carcass, under your covers(such agony,resurrection is a process)you will never mount me(on your wall).

  • Yajaira Tuesday, 28 August 2012

    *half doe half human

    *half doe half human

  • Yajaira Tuesday, 28 August 2012

    Have you seen what your love has done to me I am n...

    Have you seen what your love has done to meI am now this misshapen thingmy true nature transformed into half human all because you love meWill you have me pretend that this is love?This thing that blisters and scorches meThis thing that has robbed me of my freedomThis thing that has made me from doe to half womanYou said you lovedYou wooed You preyed Until I was caught with in your grasp But I was not enoughYou loved me...but not as I wasI needed more you said...in truth it was you who needed moreNow I am not what you loved nor what you yearnedbut half doe. have humana miserable beast.

  • Krista Monday, 27 August 2012

    my head aches, hanging heavier than usual it’s thi...

    my head aches, hanging heavier than usualit’s this constant constant, a daily fightfalling asleep in the dark sheets, waking in a cloud no suncontemplating tea or coffee, but i won’t have eitheri simply return to bed, not sure what side to sleep onso i stay in the middle, tossing and rolling and close to tearsthe pain growing from my head like antlersand from the antlers beads of sweat forming from the strainof holding back the rage and frustration i feel as if i’ve written so many chapters in this bookand finally awaken to find the pages emptyi’d throw all my books and pens and elephant incense holdersout the window if there were a window, i might leap, too, but there is only a closet full of knick-knacks and crumpled pages and a door leading to a gardenwhere i am tempted to sleep the rest of the nightto finally breathe clear, green air my head resting on the roots of a tree

  • Exitonpch Monday, 27 August 2012

    #10 I've always lived in two bodies haven'...

    #10I've always livedin two bodieshaven't you?Or is that two mindsI'm always getting those confusedit makes me tensepast, futureall a-jumblesubstitute memorywith imagination.But what if I'm preypredator, I mean what if I'm predatordoes that mean I hunt myselfwhen I can't find someone else?William Tell shot the arrow at his own sonwhat if that's some kind of medieval hocus-pocusand he was just shooting at himself?That would be fine to split your own skullwhen you missand then mount it on the wall like some dusty trophykill.I'm going to sleep now, all of mebut it won't take a silver bullet to stopshould the blue moon wake my animal self:no wolf, just a hapless herbivoreseeking a rose bush without too many thorns.

  • Mika Jones Monday, 27 August 2012

    This is pure brilliance

    This is pure brilliance

  • Jennifer Carmical Friday, 24 August 2012

    What a beautiful golden hind

    What a beautiful golden hind

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