Brother and Sister Duetby Terri Windling and Barth Anderson |
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based on the Brother and Sister fairy tale |
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The Sister do you remember, brother those days in the wood when you ran with the deer — falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk stepping from the skin grateful to be a man? and do you know, brother just how I longed to wrap myself in the golden hide smelling of musk blackberries and rain? tell me that tale give me that choice and I'll choose speed and horn and hoof — give me that choice all you cruel, clever fairies and I'll choose the wood not the prince. |
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— Terri Windling |
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The Brother you long to run in musky rain and princely skins but, sister, I have sped that hidebound marathon wearing golden hides that warped my hands to hooves and broke my scalp with a crown of horns — I've run through thorns and thirsty fens through wolves that bite and cats that catch — those blood-dried hides of hoary kings scoured raw my skin and deadened my heart with hammering — when I reached your hearth I shucked that hide and faerie hands unveiled my sight: ever beneath that scouring skin proud, callow princes were scraped away revealing numb and bloody men below. but no more hides and no more hurts run, sister, if you must but no more marathons for me for I choose this hearth, not the princely hide, and I will let my skin knit smooth. |
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— Barth Anderson |
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