Poems & Essays

24 Aug

Hansel and Gretel

General/Column 2 Responses

Dead of night, winter chill
We feel the snowflakes land upon our skin
Like hot pokers sinking slowly,
Steam lifting as the sting seeps into bone.

I bury you close in my chest,
Your long lashes catching the flurries
A fringe of white to frame the pure brown
Of your sweet hazelnut iris.

My tears add a splash of blue
Cascading down onto your upturned face,
A platter to hold my sorrows as they run
Down your nose to freeze on the icy floors.

You are long past the point of crying;
I am long past the point of aching.
Together we survive; somehow.
This is our second year against the bitter cold.

Your gentle belly growls as we pass 
The street-lined silver cans; so I dig. 
A core of an apple isn’t much, but I let you nibble
Tiny teeth gnawing, lips puckered to spit the seeds. 

A breadcrumb trail showing us the way back home
When there is no home at all. 
I’d gather the crumbs and sow them into the apples of your cheeks;
Ripe again for the picking.

Ambrielle Butler is an emerging poet from Texas and stay-at-home mother. She started her Instagram poetry page (@a.j.butler.poetry) in October 2019 and continues to share short pieces of poetry with her 1900+ followers daily. She has a bachelor’s degree in microbiology from Brigham Young University.

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  1. Abby

    August 24, 2020 at 3:29 pm

    This is wonderful!!

  2. Rachita Praharaj

    August 24, 2020 at 6:26 pm

    Congratulations dear AJ… The beautifully yet heartwrenching end of the poem touched me!!


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