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  • Writer's pictureGeorgia Garfield-White

Through fairy fields

Updated: Feb 3, 2022


“We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits:

Who knows upon what soil they fed

Their hungry thirsty roots?”

Christina Rossetti


Your words are not a warning I will heed

The lure of fairy fruit is far too strong,

So sweet, the taste of nectar on the tongue

It drowns your words before they reach my ears.

It drowns. It drowns me too. With spider

Silk around my wrists, as tangled ankles

Dance through fairy rings.

Strings jerk my puppet limbs and pull me on.

Through mushrooms, grown to capture and enslave.

Their sprongy heads poke up from rotten roots

Like maggots squirming deep through dying flesh.

I taste the gods, ambrosia, wine and feast

On fairy fruits.

Honey-thick juice seeps, tacky, on my teeth,

And bubbles from my lips to stain them red

The crimson liquid dribbles down my chin.

like some twisted iron hook has pierced

My lip, to tug, tug, tug me on

Through fairy fields.

Insp. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti

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