“Jumbled Fairy Tales”
Bake Hansel, today,
and spare the candy-crusted
wolf in Grandma’s shawl.
Copyright © 2015-12-08, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
Note on odd connections: This poem, a conflation of “Hansel & Gretel” and “Little Red Riding Hood”, arose from a recollection during the night of my first-year teacher’s response to my first soap-carving project: a depiction of a trilobite fossil. I had just read an article about their discovery in a layer of sediment in the Rocky Mountains, if I recall correctly. I had to make another soap carving. (Evidently coracles aren’t real, either, so I got another bar of Ivory soap and made a canoe. Whatever floats her boat must float?) It’s a reminder to me that just because I haven’t seen, heard of or experienced something before does not mean that it does not exist. Although that may be the case.
Upon my birth I received a present from my recently deceased maternal grandfather: Grimm’s Fairy Tales and Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales. In my parents house, I quickly ran out of reading material, once I learned how to read. And so I started reading Father’s Time and Newsweek magazines. Therein I discovered politics, as well as science and geography, which was not so brilliant, but morbidly fascinating; I was a firm supporter of Adlai E. Stevenson, but resigned to the fact that he would not win the presidential election.
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