Here is the second installment of the Goldilocks poetry sequence.
Letter to Goldilocks
We hope this reaches you.
We wanted to make clear
the damage you have done,
our anger and our fear.
On Thursday we were out
when you broke into our home.
You smashed our bathroom window
using next door’s garden gnome.
You left footprints, leaves and dirt,
filth you’d brought in from the street,
and ravaged all our cupboards,
to find something to eat.
Once finished with your porridge,
you destroyed a priceless chair,
a treasured family heirloom
which was beautiful and rare.
We were later shocked to find
that you used our baby’s bed.
You left hairs upon his pillow
and your grime clings to his spread.
You even had some time
to dye your hair blonde too,
leaving evidence in the sink
of a rather ghastly hue.
So, girl, we’d like to know
what your motivations were,
Mrs Bear can hardly sleep
for the fear of your return.
Letter to the Bears
I broke into your house the other day.
I wanted to explain myself.
I don’t have a house of my own,
and yours looked so warm and light.
My home is the porch of the Chinese takeaway
where I sometimes get free dumplings,
but of course a girl can’t live on dumplings,
that’s why I ate your porridge.
I remembered the homely sludge,
and the steam curling in the air,
and I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry.
As for the chair, my legs ached with cold,
and I ignored the ‘fragile – DO NOT SIT’ post-it.
One day I will pay you back.
I hope I didn’t get the bed too dirty.
I tried my best to wash myself before I slept
but my skin is foul and I stink
like rotting fruit and old plaster casts.
I had a job interview today,
that was why I used your sink to dye my hair.
I didn’t get the job.
I was going to clean my mess, I promise I was,
but then you came back and I got scared.
So, if you want to find me,
I’ll be by the Chinese takeaway, blonde now.
Maybe I’ll go to prison,
and get a roof over my head.