It's been awhile since I've posted for Poetry Friday, but my 14 year old daughter recently presented me with a couple of new poems, so I thought I'd share one of them. This is Snow White. You think you know the story, right? Well, here's another take.
Snow Whiteby KRMHer body,Wax in a coffinHer smiles, her charmHardened into the frowns ofDeathI wanted to reach out and touchMy childhood friendMy sweet BiancaMy SnowBut her GuardiansSquat, squinty oldMenWouldn't let me.Her hands are claspedOver her heart,An appleBlood-red, ripe isClutched in themOver her stopped heartAs I turn away, I noticeThatAnd thatThere's a bite in the apple.A Guardian withA long beard and circularGlassesGrowls at me that it's decoration.A bite?I askHe harrumphs and won'tSpeak more.Bianca's gone.Who cares aboutA stupid apple?My heart is heavyAs I walk back to mySteedReady to go homeHome without myBiancaBut something pulls me backI pauseI can't leave;Not yetI can't leaveBianca hereAloneWith these cronesI'll take her body with meI'll stand vigilWith herI won't leave herNoNot yet.I tell the GuardiansAnd the look sort ofShockedI plead to caress herSkin one last timeBefore I stand vigilOver my best friend.ReluctantWaryThey open the coffinA lid of glassIn my mindI think of BiancaAs freeShe can escapeWith meNowI touch herAfraid at firstAnd then,(I don't know what I'mDoing)I lean over and kiss herLike she never let meIn real lifeIf she wereAlive,She'd kill...Her eyes blink openShe screams against my kissShe pushes me awayXavier!She cries my nameWhat the hellAre you doing?My princess.She's backAnd I don't knowHow I did it.
The Poetry Friday Round up is by Julie Larios at The Drift Record. Stop by for great poems.
