
I had two grannies
(Not everyone does, you know).
One tall and spindly like a soothsayer’s runes
And another short and dwarfish like a hoarder of rubies.
If they could have peeled the flesh off me
They would have when I was four
And grafted their skin on me with their
Surgery knives of fleshy steel called tongues.
I remember them: their eyes, and now I wish
— I wish I didn’t.
Except in those messy fairy tales where
Witches get pushed into ovens
And children find their own way home.
Just as an addendum: I never saw my grandmothers again after the age of six when we moved and they died at a much later date. My dim memories of them are few.
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Your grandmothers sound scary.
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Yes, they did terrify me.
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That was pretty intense.
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I don’t often think of them, but when I do …. 😧
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I like the link between tongues and surgery knives.
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Thank you, Frank.
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I was hoping, as I read, that this was an invention, but apparently not. Your grandmothers sound like my mother. Ugh. No child should ever have to endure that kind of emotional abuse.
I’m going to be horribly presumptuous here and i hope you’ll not mind, but I think the final stand-alone line is unnecessary. You’ve made your point succinctly already. It’s a harrowing poem and the tongues are described as aptly as i have ever seen. Top tier difficult stuff, my friend. –Shay
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Thank you, Shay, for your kind comments. What luck, right? Two grannies and both a terror! Thanks for the editing suggestion. Reading with and without the standalone line, I’m torn.The effect is definitely not the same both ways. I’ll leave it in for now and come back to it later hoping some distance will help make up my mind. 🙂
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You’re absolutely right — it reads much differently and better without that line. Off it comes. Thanks, Shay, for lending an ear. 🥰
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Wow – quite a horror story!
~David
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In poetic form too!
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“Spindly like a soothsayer’s runes” and “dwarfish like a hoarder of rubies” are amazing descriptions. They do sound like they belong in fairy tales. I note the red hand and “children find their own way home / but they dont.” Powerful writing.
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Thank you, Sherry. Children can sense hostility in ways they don’t even understand, in words they can’t decipher. And it can become all the more terrifying as a result.
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Woah! This is pretty intense – the fairytale language takes us right into childhood and how intense everything is. And a great reminder that not all grannies are cuddly.
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If only all grannies were cuddly! Sometimes fairy tales reveal fears that lurk in the most seemingly benign of places and for children, inexpressible at the time.
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I love this description, Dora:
‘One tall and spindly like a soothsayer’s runes
And another short and dwarfish like a hoarder of rubies’.
They do sound scary, though.
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I think if I remembered affectionate moments it would have overridden any others. Regretfully, I wasn’t privy to those.
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An excellent, unsettling poem. What scary grandmothers you had!
And the pain you felt, buried but still there. . .
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Incredible, isn’t it, that old memories still have the power to wound. But children very innocently give adults that power and their very innocence makes them powerless to defend themselves. Thank you, Merril.
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Dora these caricatures are brilliant – such an enjoyable poem, I wonder if they will live on in other writings now?
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The “caricature” imagery of fairy tales really are suited to a child’s perceptions and experienced pain, especially when they are difficult to access verbally. Thank you, Laura.
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Unfortunately, these dark shadows remain long after the toxic people go.
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Indeed they do. Especially if they happen to be those whom children instinctively have a natural desire to trust.
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I agree. People become toxic when they want to see themselves or their value systems bring replicated in others.
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Very perceptive, Reena, as always.
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Unhappy memories. Perhaps it’s best that you moved away. (K)
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Undoubtedly. I think too fairy tales help children put those memories in their proper place and at a distance. Until they rear their heads in poems, that is.
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It’s interesting how writing makes things reappear. But I think you are right about fairy tales.
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Oh, my. Something to scare a child. Sorry about this, but your words are lovely. Wonderful scare, indeed. thanks. xoxo
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Thank you, Selma. The scare almost wrote itself and scared me with unearthed memories.
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Now time to think happy thoughts. Bless you
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And you, Selma. Thank you.
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I made me understand why children need fairy tales… but in real cases, there are really never enough ovens. A terrifying story and I’m glad that you got away in the end
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I wonder if my parents weren’t glad to get away too, bu they never talked much about them. Which is telling in itself.
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Vividly terrifying! Scary grandmas I must say.
What a word picture: “Surgery knives of fleshy steel called tongues.”
The tongue is such a weapon
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Something we’re warned of so many times in the Bible, as well as the good it can do. We often learn through our own or others’ mistakes.
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Yes indeed if we are not learning from others mistake then others are learning from our mistake
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How sad…I’m sorry, Dora, but sometimes it helps to share painful memories.
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Yes it does. Art/poetry can be a kind of catharsis.
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Steely tongues that left a terrible legacy! Well-written, Dora, and at least you can express the trauma now.
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Praise God we can pick our friends since we can’t pick our biological family! Praise God that you are not following in the footsteps of your grannies!!!!!!!!!
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Praise God in everything, because He is our loving Father, Savior, Comforter who binds up our wounds and heals us in His great compassion.
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To have one Grannie like that would be frightening enough, but two? A chilling piece indeed.
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Right?! Thanks for reading Keith.
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I wonder what you would make of them if you met them now? What a gruesome pair. Their resurrection from your infant life is wonderfully dark and scary.
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I’ve often wondered that myself, Marion. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment.
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How scary for you I was lucky to have such a warm gran, full of love and cuddles, I didn’t know my mum’s mum who died young she was a nurse but I am told she was a very kind person. So I cannot even imagine what it was like for you, but thankfully you turned out just perfect ❤
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A perfect candidate to attempt poetry out of her history maybe! Thank you, my friend, and your gran sounds wonderful as every gran should be. Those memories are priceless. 💞💞
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