Sunday, April 10, 2011

Trust your heart, and trust your story.

I'm pacing myself through the Dozen Dash with 3 books read and 3 reviews outlined. Eyes on the prize!

Still feeling a little dazed and sentimental, as I think is appropriate in any time of transition. I have a few poems that I like to read when I'm in this type of mood, and I think I'll post them this week.

It's no secret that Neil Gaiman writes some killer novels, though I love his poetry just as much. "Blueberry Girl" is darling, but it is "Instructions" that has my heart.

by Neil Gaiman

Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say "please" before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December's frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.


  1. 1st line, 5th stanza can be hard if your sister can bring such beauty into the world and all you have to offer is slimy amphibians.

    But im having a hard time placing the worm at the heart of the tower... only allusion i don't get.
    It reminds me of the Dark is Rising series, though, where Will and Arthur's son go to the land and remove the Darkness from the King's Heart, but then the world is destroyed.

  2. Close! Same cast of people. :) It's a Merlin legend. A king was trying to build a tower, but it kept collapsing. Merlin diagnosed that there were two dragons (wyrms) fighting beneath it. They represented two warring peoples, and I forget exactly what happened after that. The prophecy had something to do with Arthur becoming king.
    ...Personally, I think this line speaks to jealousy and the turmoil it causes.

  3. I love that Gaiman poem too! So cool. ^_^