Climbing Fear-A Response To The City Of Beasts By Isabel Allende - Poem by Mon Fur
I saw the mirrors with silver water,
and immediately, I thought:
I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it.
There must be another way up.
I tried to tell the Chief of the Mist
about my fear of heights.
He shouted and yelled,
I turned and squirmed.
This was soon to become a fight.
Jaguar came to help me
But it only made things worse.
The Indians came over me threateningly.
My head was about to burst.
Jaguar took out his magical flute,
To play a magical song.
When the Indians calmed down,
To the mystical sound,
Jaguar taught me to be strong.
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