Gretel: Poetry

She'd woken
remembering nothing,
destitute and solitary
in a Shattered Garden
now made gloomy with
redolent tears

And if there had
ever been a Hansel,
she had surely
forgotten his name

So she haunted
the lands with
transparent grief,
emotive wavelengths
like carnivorous rivers
eating at her soul
all the live long day

Until one night,
she spied a path
illuminated by the
cascading light
of a benevolent Moon

she saw a trail of
little notes she'd
left for herself
along the forest floor
like gingerbread crumbs

And she
followed them,
wondering why
an irrational fear
hovered about her shoulders
that this manna from
Heaven would lead
to an oven.

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