Poetry Friday - Snow White

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 White

by KRM

Her body,

Wax in a coffin

Her smiles, her charm

Hardened into the frowns of

Death

I wanted to reach out and touch

My childhood friend

My sweet Bianca

My Snow

But her Guardians

Squat, squinty old

Men

Wouldn't let me.

Her hands are clasped

Over her heart,

An apple

Blood-red, ripe is

Clutched in them

Over her stopped heart

As I turn away, I notice

That

And that

There's a bite in the apple.

A Guardian with

A long beard and circular

Glasses

Growls at me that it's decoration.

A bite?

I ask

He harrumphs and won't

Speak more.

Bianca's gone.

Who cares about

A stupid apple?

My heart is heavy

As I walk back to my

Steed

Ready to go home

Home without my

Bianca

But something pulls me back

I pause

I can't leave;

Not yet

I can't leave

Bianca here

Alone

With these crones

I'll take her body with me

I'll stand vigil

With her

I won't leave her

No

Not yet.

I tell the Guardians

And the look sort of

Shocked

I plead to caress her

Skin one last time

Before I stand vigil

Over my best friend.

Reluctant

Wary

They open the coffin

A lid of glass

In my mind

I think of Bianca

As free

She can escape

With me

Now

I touch her

Afraid at first

And then,

(I don't know what I'm

Doing)

I lean over and kiss her

Like she never let me

In real life

If she were

Alive,

She'd kill...

Her eyes blink open

She screams against my kiss

She pushes me away

Xavier!

She cries my name

What the hell

Are you doing?

My princess.

She's back

And I don't know

How I did it.

The Poetry Friday Round up is by Julie Larios at The Drift Record. Stop by for great poems.

Poetry Friday - I Am The Wind

It's Poetry Friday once again, and while I toil on for my NaNoWriMo word count (more than half-way there!) I present another poem by my daughter. This one was done as a school assignment and ultimately found it's way into our local newspaper.

I Am The Wind

by KRM (grade 8)

I am flowing, yet wild.

I wonder what its like to be still.

I hear the whispering.

I see the flowers waving.

I want them to join in my dance.

I am flowing, yet wild.

I pretend I make the world spin.

I feel the thrill of the dance.

I touch the clouds' hands.

I worry I will be too harsh.

I cry when someone won't dance.

I am flowing, yet wild.

I understand I won't live forever.

I say, I live in the moment.

I dream the dance will live on.

I try to dance with the clouds

I hope to dance all over the world.

I am flowing, yet wild.

To read more poetry check out the Poetry Friday Round-up at Scrub-A-Dub-Tub.

Poetry Friday

My daughter was chosen to represent her school at "An Evening with Young Writers" at our town's art center.

The two poems that were selected are ones I've posted before on Poetry Friday, but they bear repeating. I'll put one here and the other over at The Simple and the Ordinary (spread the wealth.)

Home is...
by KRM (6th grade)

Home is guitar music
Set to blasting,
Echoing on the stairwell.
Home is the tapping of keys
As Mom's fingers dance
Over her laptop keyboard.

Home is Dad, sleeping
On the couch downstairs
Quiet, like a cat.
Home is our dying
Maple that isn't as young
As it used to be.
Home is books
Scattered around the
Living room haphazardly.

Home is red raspberry bushes
In the sweltering summer,
Prickly stems, bright berries, and all.
Home is rosebushes
In the springtime
Surrounding the backyard
With their sweet aroma

Home is love,
All year round.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is by Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect.

Poetry Friday

Once again, for Poetry Friday, I'm going to offer a poem written by my 12-year-old daughter. This was written as a school assignment. It is about a warrior - and through the poem you can see his transition from brave, before battle, to scared during the battle, to relief to be home afterwards.

I Am...
by KRM

I am the warrior,
I am the strength of words,
Cutting deeply into someone's mind.
I am the swiftness of a bolt of lightning,
Here one minute, gone the next.
I am the sweetness of revenge,
Like peppermint dipped in powdered sugar.
I am the silence of snow, spilling from the sky.
I am the anger of the wind,
Wrecking homes and uprooting trees,
I am the warrior.

I am the stillness of a rabbit that's been seen,
I am the teeth of a wolf, sharp,
and bloodstained.
I am the curtain of death,
Blocking out the light of life.
I am the ferocity of a tiger,
I am the boldness of a bear,
I am the warrior.

I am the size of an ant,
Praying that I won't get squished.
I am the sadness of an empty home
I am the whisper of the breeze
tickling the trees,
I am the lie in the fruit of truth.
I am the mistake in perfection.
I am betrayed.

I am the taste of relief, warm
and bittersweet.
I am the color of happiness
and hope.
I am the calm of warm cookies
in the winter
I am the laughter of a newborn
I am the strength of words,
I am the warrior,
I am back.

The Poetry Friday round up is at Karen Edmisten's place today.