Author Archives: Theodora Goss

As I Was Walking by Theodora Goss I met, as I was walking, nature, my mother’s mother, beside the cold gray waters of an undulating sea, like granite filled with motion, like silk the hue of gravel, whose veins of … Continue reading →

The Sorceress in the Tower by Theodora Goss You’re speaking to me, and you don’t know, you can’t see, that I’m very far away. Deep in the forest there is a tower surrounded by a high wall, and in that … Continue reading →

Swan Girls by Theodora Goss They are so lovely, the wild swan girls: white wings and absence . . . 1. How to recognize a swan girl. She will have delicate wrists. You will be able to circle her wrists … Continue reading →

The Red Shoes by Theodora Goss There are days when I too want to cut off my feet. Days on which I desire too much, on which I am filled with longing for what I don’t have, and may never. … Continue reading →

The Rhododendrons by Theodora Goss This morning I decided to wear a purple dress so I would resemble one of the rhododendrons.  Oh wind in the bushes, I noticed you dancing with their purple blossoms. I’m ready too, anytime you … Continue reading →

The Elf King’s Daughter by Theodora Goss It is the Elf King’s daughter, with the leaf-light in her eyes, that greenish twilight beneath the beech boughs where only the hum of flies disturbs the lilies of the valley and ferns … Continue reading →

The Bug: An Epitaph by Theodora Goss I feel as though I should write a poem to the bug I flushed down the toilet who had so many legs so many and whom if I were being more romantic or … Continue reading →