Unit 6 Poetry

Unit 6:
The King of C and the Princess are murdered by the gifts. In the final act of revenge, the woman murders her children.

‘Hush precious’ devised by The Poets.
Hush precious. I‘m here, it’s time to drift off to sleep. So I shut my eyes, held my breath, swallowed the swelling mound of saliva gathering underneath my tongue and let my flesh soften on my bones, melting in her arms. Your dreams will comfort you. You’ll live forever in your dreams. Go, and sleep forever, never to wake up from that deep sleep of yours. Remember the good, forget the bad and live in purity, precious purity. Heavy eyes, heavy head, sending you to your heaven’s bed.

‘Mummy’s hurting me’ devised by The Poets.
Mummy’s hurting me. Her eyes look red and sore. Surprises me that mummy’s in pain too, no glistening blade in her bodies core. Her warm touch traded for cold steel, her sweet smile becomes a fierce lock of teeth. Arms open as if for an embrace. As she comes nearer, out comes that cold blade glistening in the light of the room. Her eyes speak a thousand words; a thousand words of pain and gloom. I know now mummy must take me to my eternal tomb. I trust mummy through my tears and pain. I live with her in memory- my life, my time, my name.

Taken from the original text the idea of Innocence forming the start of something very dark-
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decorated for a wedding
servants delighted, patted gold hair, shook hands, followed them to the princesses room- she turned away and furious to find them there(the children). Your husbands friends must be your friends too. For me. She saw finery and couldn’t resist. Snatched the gorgeous dress, giggling at the reflection of her tiara.
Prinked around the room in her little feet feet. Changed colour, staggered, shiver. Prayer. Her mouth froth was bubbling from her lips- eyes rolled back, colour drained. She lay mute. Raverged by a double torture: flame shot burning ghastly the soft dress began to feed. Shake off the halo- it clung, seared to the bone. Blood dripping from her head. The flesh gorged by the poison dribbled off her, like gum from a pined. We were witnesses. We’d learned.
Child poor child.
The corpses lie together child and father close. The release of tears he craved. Walking shadows that’s all we are.

A Perfect Circle: lyrics-“Don’t cry precious im here step away from the window and go back to sleep safe from pain fear truth and other poisioned devils cause they don’t give a fuck about you like i do.”