Hansel and Gretel, betrayed by birds
their trail markers eaten, made it home
at last, their faces smeared with cake,
the witch’s hallucinogenic icing.
Still no one believed their story.
Even their glad father figured
they were overdramatizing.
Later on, they wondered
if it was then they lost their way.
Should they have stayed
in the dark gingerbread forest forever
instead of coming home to homework,
school, chores and chopping wood?
So soon they lost their sense of fear
and wonder, thrill and sway;
so quickly, they slipped back
into the throb and squabble
of the everyday.