Based on the Grimm story.
I am the lonely spirit
who whooshes among rocky crags
in a frigid wind.
The pulsing galaxy sends
ancient harmonies
and I listen.
The capacious night
that rides with me
avenges.
Starved child,
imprisoned child,
enslaved child,
imagine a ridge or riverbank.
Sit there.
I will hear your tears.
I am the shapeshifting crone
beside you,
wearing clothes spun with spells.
These poems in my pocket—
eat them.
A new life begins
after the first bite.