{"id":25207,"date":"2021-04-29T09:15:56","date_gmt":"2021-04-29T15:15:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/?p=25207"},"modified":"2023-05-15T13:18:52","modified_gmt":"2023-05-15T19:18:52","slug":"cry-o-young-one-by-elizabeth-dorst-junior","status":"archive","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/cry-o-young-one-by-elizabeth-dorst-junior\/","title":{"rendered":"Archived: Cry, O Young One by Elizabeth Dorst (Junior)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Sweet sap fills the air he sees,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Through the thick mist and trees,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He sees the bear-man, strong and tall,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">The little tenderfoot drools,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He wants it all.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">But alas, his small feet are weak,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He can\u2019t express his love,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">His spirit is meek,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He runs away when the bear-man is near,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">From shyness and shame, rather than fear.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He has the right to run, for he is ugly,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">His hair is matted in a knot,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Its color disgusting, like an oaken rot,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">His voice is high and irritating,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">You\u2019d rather hear a horse\u2019s stomach deflating.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Through the forest he walks,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He yearns for that bear-man he stalks,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He sighs, \u201cO my love, you\u2019re so robust!\u201d<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">His shoulders shivering with desire and lust,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He moves in closer without kicking up dust.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He inches nearer, his throat starts to swell,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He can almost taste the bear-man\u2019s musky smell,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Leaning forward, eyes fixed on his love his heart bestow,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He hadn\u2019t seen the leafy branch below,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Hark! The sound echoes.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">The bear-man twitches and looks directly at the little tenderfoot,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">His hairy arms bulged with fur black as soot,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He glares with deep red glowing eyes,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He bellows, \u201cWhat say, you? Little one that spies?\u201d<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Our small friend gulps and wipes his eyes.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGreat sir, I beseech you, have mercy on my mistake,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">I was merely walking and saw your grace,\u201d he spoke without break,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSilence, fopdoodle! I shall hear you no more!\u201d<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He showed his claws, prepared for gore,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYour face shall break my fast!\u201d<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">This bear-man lunged and sliced this poor fool,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Guts splattered on trees, blood began to pool,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Bones were shattered, tendons were swallowed,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Ear-splitting screams soon followed,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">This tenderfoot was the victim of false hope.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He dreamed too much and thought too little,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He deserved not to be free from remittal,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">He should have feared Cupid\u2019s bow,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">For it closely ties with death, sorrow, regret, and woe,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Let this be a threat to lovers everywhere:<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">To strike at the heart\u2019s warm glow,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Is to seal one\u2019s fate, to let everyone know,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">That you are a fool to be enslaved,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">A tombstone ready to be engraved,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400; font-family: Lato; font-size: 12pt;\">Cry, O young one, for you cannot be saved.<\/span><\/pre>\n<p><strong>Biography:\u00a0<\/strong><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I live with a tiny dog. She keeps me company when I&#8217;m writing at home. I write things that come straight from my brain, and I try not to edit or alter my work in any way; It\u2019s raw, basically. I think my biggest inspirations are Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe. They write disturbing things, and I love it. Something about the disturbing side of life intrigues me. I like getting lost in something that makes me feel emotion. Perhaps it\u2019s because I have lived a rather troubled life. Long ago someone important left me, and it has affected much of who I am. Creating and venting through words has helped in a way. When I write a poem, I\u2019d like to think that Poe or King would enjoy it if they could read it. It doesn\u2019t matter if they thought it was good or similar to theirs, what matters is that they enjoyed it. I hope people enjoy my work, even if they don\u2019t think it\u2019s Shakespeare. If they don\u2019t enjoy it I hope they are disturbed by it. Enjoyment or disturbance, either is successful to me.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sweet sap fills the air he sees, Through the thick mist and trees, He sees the bear-man, strong and tall, The little tenderfoot drools, He wants it all. But alas, his small feet are weak, He can\u2019t express his love, His spirit is meek, He runs away when the bear-man is near, From shyness and&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/cry-o-young-one-by-elizabeth-dorst-junior\/\">Read More<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[40],"class_list":["post-25207","post","type-post","status-archive","format-standard","hentry","category-archive","tag-junior"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25207"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25457,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25207\/revisions\/25457"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aimsreview.aims.edu\/incite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}