{"id":449,"date":"2018-10-20T04:41:53","date_gmt":"2018-10-20T04:41:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=449"},"modified":"2018-09-05T04:44:35","modified_gmt":"2018-09-05T04:44:35","slug":"three-by-robin-wright","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/10\/20\/three-by-robin-wright\/","title":{"rendered":"Three by Robin Wright"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in The Literary Nest, Rune Bear, Event Horizon Magazine, Another Way Round, Ariel Chart, Bindweed Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, Indiana Voice Journal, Peacock Journal, Rat\u2019s Ass Review, and others. Two of her poems were published in the University of Southern Indiana\u2019s 50th anniversary anthology, Time Present, Time Past. She was a finalist in Poetry Matters\u2019 contest for the Spring Robinson\/Mahogany Red Literary Prize.<\/em><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Cinderella 2018<\/h3>\n<p>She slides a plastic bag over the dress<br \/>\nworn to the ball when she won the prince.<br \/>\nThe kids play with it now, pretend they sweep<br \/>\nash from floors, sing a song with doves,<br \/>\nwait for fairy god-mother to tap her wand.<\/p>\n<p>They have torn the lace and stained the satin,<br \/>\nshattered the glass slippers long ago. Cindy,<br \/>\nas she prefers to be called, rakes her face<br \/>\nacross her sleeve. She has nowhere to go or to be.<br \/>\nHer hubby king out all day and many of his nights,<br \/>\ntending his crop of illustrious kingdom.<\/p>\n<p>Her sisters now sweep and weep in her employ.<br \/>\nShe hears them plot against her. They want<br \/>\nher husband and her life. Some days she wants<br \/>\nto let them have it and run into the arms<br \/>\nof the sea.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Little Red Riding Hood 2018<\/h3>\n<p>She sits on a stump, tosses her backpack<br \/>\nonto the ground. Her grandmother made<br \/>\nthis red velvet cape, not knowing her favorite<br \/>\nis actually blue. Though alliteration in her story title<br \/>\nspeaks to her sense of poetic pride.<\/p>\n<p>She unzips the bag, pushes away Plath, Sexton, and dreams.<br \/>\nSome think she\u2019s living a high fine life, immortalized<br \/>\nfor cobwebs of children to come. But she had to don<br \/>\nthis red velvet cape, pull its hood snug over orange curled locks,<br \/>\nescape bright flashes from eager paparazzi.<\/p>\n<p>She pulls out her tablet to rewrite her story. Her cape will match<br \/>\nthe shade of her heart, Plath\u2019s heart, Sexton\u2019s heart.<br \/>\nHer grandmother will drive a brand new Corvette,<br \/>\nwon\u2019t be stuck in the woods waiting for her<br \/>\nto bring cakes and wine. Oh, yes, a wolf will appear,<br \/>\nthe uncle who molested her.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Goldilocks 2018<\/h3>\n<p>She tap, tap, taps on the door,<br \/>\nleans against the frame, pulls off<br \/>\na second-hand Skecher, turns it,<br \/>\ndumps a pebble, arches to relieve pain<br \/>\nthat wails like an infant. Her day<br \/>\nspent scouring for berries and bending<br \/>\nto scoop hands for a drink from the creek.<\/p>\n<p>Her stomach grumbles the same old tune<br \/>\nas a window pane shows bags<br \/>\nalive under her eyes. No one comes<br \/>\nto the door. She knows who lives here.<br \/>\nPapa Bear and Baby Bear play ball<br \/>\nin the yard until Mama Bear calls them in.<\/p>\n<p>Goldilocks knows they stashed a key<br \/>\nunder the mat that spells Welcome<br \/>\nin letters large enough to mean it.<\/p>\n<p>Inside, the smell of roast catches her<br \/>\nin a net, a pot filled with mac and cheese,<br \/>\npulls her straight into a land<br \/>\nwhere heroes and villains<br \/>\neat straight from pans.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019ll beg to sleep here, hope Papa Bear\u2019s heart<br \/>\nis not too hard, that Mama Bear can soften him<br \/>\nor Baby Bear will say it\u2019s the right thing to do.<br \/>\nShe\u2019ll tell them her time in the woods<br \/>\nmade her late for a bed at the shelter.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in The Literary Nest, Rune Bear, Event Horizon Magazine, Another Way Round, Ariel Chart, Bindweed Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, Indiana Voice Journal, Peacock Journal, Rat\u2019s Ass Review, and others. Two of her poems were published in the University of Southern Indiana\u2019s 50th anniversary anthology, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/10\/20\/three-by-robin-wright\/\" class=\"excerpt-link\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-7f","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=449"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":451,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449\/revisions\/451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}