Goth Girl

In the last couple months, the Mermaid Girl has come into her own as a reader and a writer. These days we have to make a follow-up visit to her room after her bedtime song, so as to confiscate the flashlight she uses to read "Junie B. Jones" under the covers. Many afternoons she can be found plomped on the floor, reading picture books aloud to her dolls. She writes notes to her friends, journal entries, and labeled maps ("spy maps").

And she writes poems, inspired by Harry Potter (she's heard the first book read aloud, and seen the first three movies) and her newfound interest in "scary stories." Yesterday I found the following inscribed on both sides of a sticky note. According to her, it's not finished yet, but she gave permission for me to reproduce it here anyway.

[All spelling and line breaks duplicated from the original; she doesn't break lines on the rhyme, but a 3"x3" sticky note imposes its own structure. I translated creatively spelled words only when they might be hard to understand otherwise.]

Were Wolf

When full moon light
tuchis [touches] Were Wolf's
eye, graitfel frieinds
be prperd too diy.
He no longer remebers
who he is. He only
responds too his den call,
his scerry houl ecose [echoes]
down the hall. He
chacese man and best [beast].

Apparently all is not rainbows and fairies in MG's inner world. We await further developments.