"Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [If she lays out two spoons]" by Jenny Boully

So not a myth poem but one that uses a familiar story as the frame. Same idea of as the myth poem (if you've been following along). Plus, Boully is a poet who's worth checking out if you've never read her before. Go to http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20361 to hear her reading and also find some more Boully poems that are part of the same series. Enjoy!

Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [If she lays out two spoons]
by Jenny Boully

If she lays out two spoons (two real spoons) and two forks (two real forks), will he come then to take part in a meal that is wholly imaginary? The food was never real, the food was never really real and so to send them to bed without, to send them to bed without a meal, hardly meant anything.

These things may fit inside a thimble: a pinch of salt, a few drops of water, the tip of a woman's ring finger. I will give you a thimble, says Wendy. I will give you a thimble so that you will know the weight of my heart. A thimble may protect against pricks, pin pricks, needle pricks, Tinkerpricks, but not hooks, never hooks. When he stabs his hook into you, you will see that his eyes are the blue of forget-me-nots—but that is Hook and not Peter—Peter who will forget you, whose eyes are the color of vague memories, the color not of sky, but of the semblance of sky, the color of brittle-mindedness, of corpse dressings, of forgetting.