The Lorelei Signal
Exhausted
Written by Devan Barlow / Artwork by Marcia Borell
I always tell myself I won’t answer
When one of the girls calls on me,
Frantic to turn straw into gold
Moss into emeralds
Porridge into perfume
(How do people take these claims seriously?)
Until I see the girls
Frightened, made into bargaining chips
They teach one another my name
They whisper it to themselves, making sure
Each syllable is right
Yet there are so many, sometimes I can’t answer
I might be helping someone else
Turn toenail clippings into sparkling wine
Do not blame the girl who fails
Blame the one who made the claim on her behalf
And ask yourself what caused their desperation
I never demand children in exchange
(Why in the world would I want children?)
All I ever ask, once they are safe
Is that they end this cycle
As queen, ensure that girls are worth more
Than trade goods or adornments
For we are all already so close to breaking
Devan Barlow is the author of An Uncommon Curse, a novel of fairy tales and musical theatre. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines, including Crimson Bones and Mirror Dance. When not writing she reads voraciously, drinks tea, and thinks about fairy tales and sea monsters.
She can be found at her website https://devanbarlow.com/ or on Twitter @Devan_Barlow.