the prompt over at NaPoWriMo today is:
today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back.
I really loved this prompt. And although I didn't write a point-of-view poem. Rather, I wrote of a character that's never been heard of in a given fairy tale. Here it is:
Rumpelstiltskin's New Wife
Inside each of us
there's a pretty little princess,
dainty as a baby's downy,
whose insides have been
twisted into a sailors knot:
a very good lady
gone very wrong.
Like the young woman
who discovered Rumpelstiltskin.
And how, hungry for the touch
of the skin of a man,
she spent hours uprooting
garden-weed and sassafras,
pulling pine-cones from his beard
where clover had found of
his hair a makeshift soil.
The unknown girl of flower
and dirt who later led Rumple
(his pet-name in short)
into the tiny cave of her kitchen,
dismantled teacups their special
cupboard spaces and cucumber
sandwiches with the best import coffee,
fed him pastries baked in England
and the most delicate drops of chocolate;
sliced his old tattered clothes open
with a slit from ankle to chest-bone
as she climbed the stone threshold
of his hungry-man grope,
made for him a name of her own,
spoken in perfect Foreign dialect.
She hang wreaths of gold around
his neck, and fresh flowers to scent his skin,
blessed him with age-old portents
and stiff drink and folk song.
Sly as an old cat on the
shadow-mend of a 3 a.m.,
she pulled his flesh apart
and climbed into the shelf
of the old mans ever-beating heart.