Note: This is part of a series of poems I'm writing based on the works of Craig Paulenich. The Old Woman and the girl are recurring characters in the series. I'll likely post some more from the series once I work out some of the larger issues with the other poems. In the meantime, I'm looking for a bit of nitpicking!
The Old Woman's eye swallows her
Before she even steps inside.
Tugging on her little sleigh,
The girl wobbles into the den
Of Polyphemus and Grendel,
Though the teeth scrape her and the breath
Deep in the throat of the eye
Is hot as a threat
And stinks of loathing.
It eats her alive
And the tears slipping from the ceiling
And onto her cheek make her feel dirty,
But the threats bring feeling
To her stubby fingers
And ease the blood from her nose
Back to her cheeks.
So she stays
And sits beside the hulking brown beast
Who lies so still at the back of the throat
She thinks it might be dead.