personal fairy tales

one
we met quite unexpectedly:
you opened a tin of sprats
and found me a mermaid
between fishes I was
saused in volatile oils and
the air became fragnant
with lickerish.

two
you took me and placed
in your pocked there
I lived you always
confused me with a lighter
and rumours had started
that I was a very hot woman
you were my home
and at times my
yousickness got pretty severe.

three
in the third neverending winter
a famine struck the land
you had nibbled me from inside -
emptyness pulled my chest
twards the spine and
it sunk from yearning.

four
monday. mist of rømmegrøt*
wreathed us and I lost you
between evergrowing to-do plants
when I finally found
you kept quiet
when you finally spoke
only tode came from
your mouth I kissed
it turned into
a prince next morning
found a rolled-over
tode on a sideway - you were a
very jealous man indeed

five
whisper words into my
ear they will come
through the other as a
stream of wonderous
birds that will moist
my cords and I'll
speak in tongues of
the stories and songs
ever written about us.
oh ravens my brothers
why didn't you guard
the duck that carried
the egg with the needle
that pierced my heart.

six
and hopefully all the fairy tales
end with swollen rice in the rain
on church stairs although
this started a long time ago
when I was a three headed
dragon the first head asked you:
'are you? ' [2 marks] the second
asked: 'are you here? ' [4 marks]
the third asked: 'are you here
to save me from my head? '
[8 marks]

* traditional nordic sour cream based porridge