Firefly By Hannah Munroe

 

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Like a cleopatra but with more legs
I shine so bright but it’s not beautiful like a firework
Danger like the Lightning
We buzz around each others atmosphere
I bring the heat down to you
But your light is so cold
You’ve always been a nomad – man in flight
And like the Lightning that goes straight to the dirt that is where I stay
No one cares about your shining beams from down here
I can see all your edges from the ground
The insight is my only advantage to this field I am stuck on


Hannah lives in Salem, Massachusetts. She is a writer, performer, dreamer, and lover of all things Stevie Nicks. She writes to heal, she writes to breathe, she writes to awaken. Hannah tries to do six impossible things before breakfast. She thinks there is a little witch in all of us.

Never Going Back to Wonderland- Hannah Munroe

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Goodbye to white rabbits
Goodbye to men in masks who tell riddles
I am old now and too tired to try and solve the puzzle
Goodbye to queens who dare to meddle in affairs of the heart –
that is the loneliest game of all
Goodbye to friends in hats, for all the fun we had
Sugar never could mask the bitter taste of friendship
Wake up the voices from above call to me
Wake up! Wake up!
It’s time to leave the dream behind for little girls may be lost in the clouds but I am a lady now
Time has been chasing me down for years
Time is a man you know, of course that which holds me prisoner would be
Wake up!
The tea was drugged, the flowers and the trees and even the mushrooms all poisoned
Kept me complacent kept me happy kept thinking I had found a loving home
But wonderland is not a place for grown ups
I see that now
I got old and saw the forest for the trees
Everyone here is lost
There is no place for me
The flowers used to sing to me everyday now they don’t know what to say
It was fun and games until I needed things
Love for starters, or anything real
Being upside down and spinning around was so fun I loved to feel the blood rush to my head
But I can never come back here again
So goodbye, Wonderland
I lost my heart to you and now the tweedles play dodgeball with it every day


Hannah lives in Salem, Massachusetts. She is a writer, performer, dreamer, and lover of all things Stevie Nicks. She writes to heal, she writes to breathe, she writes to awaken. Hannah tries to do six impossible things before breakfast. She thinks there is a little witch in all of us.

Constant Constantine-Hannah Munroe

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[Poem by Hannah Munroe, image from Medea, directed by Michael Thalheimerv]

He roars he barks he bites
Little boys trying to be men
Emotions so big
they only know how to express it
with their fist
Stomp their feet in a fancy suit
And turns to look back, did she like that?
He is constant
Constantly there incessantly follows
obsessively claims me
and the ground I walk upon
I just can’t meet you in the middle
I don’t want to be owned
I don’t want to be yours
Remember that song by Lesley Gore?
YOU DON’T OWN ME
I am only mine
And now a refugee too
Landed on another man’s doorstep
Now I’m caught between two men
It’s a nightmare really
How can I express myself
There must be more to this life
than a veil and pure white and flowers
Couldn’t a sister be enough?
But he is constantly there

[Hannah lives in Salem, Massachusetts. She is a writer, performer, dreamer, and lover of all things Stevie Nicks. She writes to heal, she writes to breathe, she writes to awaken. Hannah tries to do six impossible things before breakfast. She thinks there is a little witch in all of us.]