Amelia Murray

Rookie - 0 Points (27 December 1995)

R.I.P Little Bow-Peep - Poem by Amelia Murray

I felt like writing a poem about life
but then something else caught my eye
little Bow-Peep going far far astray.

No calls of help or sorrow are heard.
For little bow-peep had wandered away.

Now it comes to pass that a big ugly lizard,
found little Bow-Peep walking alone.
He stopped by the corner and gave her a grin,
not of affection but more of a win.

She popped up her head and gave a slight nod.
This is what happens on the streets after dark

The lizard perused little bow-peep
up the large hills and through the low rivers.
Past the big forests and into the tunnels.

The very next morning after nightmares of girls.
The sheriff was woken by the fuss of his horse.
A paper was staples to the back of a pole.
'Little Bow-Peep missing' was all.

He mounted his steed and road far away,
trying to find the little stray.
He road over mountains and into the rivers.
He passed great forests and the depth of the tunnels.

There was still a single place where the little might be.
He road long and hard to find the key.
To the secret door in the wooden oak tree.

The key was large with a big silver tip.
It fit in the door without much fit.
The door swung wide open and the sheriff stood still.

Little Bow-Peep was filling the wall.
Her sash on the floor with deep stains of red
and her eyes on the counter as if looking for bread.

The sheriff turned to exit the room.
When a stranger stepped out of the horrible gloom.

“Little Bow-Peep was a nice surprise,
but you are the dinner that suits my eyes.”


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Reality Mixed

Comments about R.I.P Little Bow-Peep by Amelia Murray

  • Rookie - 0 Points Amelia Murray (2/25/2014 2:56:00 PM)

    Well, honestly? My poems all have deeper meanings. Many of them actually are completely metaphors. This one is actually about how corrupt the world is today. I myself have lost my childhood to this world. Its a little rebellious poem. I love descriptive poems. Many of them will always form a picture in your mind about what's happening. So my answer would have to be more about innocene being stolen. You can really have a normal childhood, but then again it depends what you definition of 'normal' and thank you very much. I appreciate the comment. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 57 Points Kevin Maroney (2/25/2014 2:42:00 PM)

    Yikes, some very vivid imagery, but still some great ideas and insight. I don't think I have to comment on what I think this poem is about, but I applaud the skill with which you got your point across - I can see I do not have to give advice about grammar or vocabulary. Very well done, albeit quite dark: /
    Is this about child abduction, or is it more a greater metaphor of innocence in all its forms being taken advantage of? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014


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