Thursday, November 27, 2014

Snow White

There was no snow,
she was not white,
but pink and freckled
too, and careless with

the needle, and lax
with apples, although
she knew that there
was danger, and lied

to herself because,
she did not want to
know the truth – so
then, her cause was

lost and fantasy did
have the day, and
night and mind and
heart; just dabbles

in reality, where she
did play a part in making
up the stories that we
would learn by heart.


Snow which crimps
with blackened edge,
denying white and
mocking life….

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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1 Response to

  1. Gabriella says:

    I like the way you started this poem and thus drew us in. Great write!

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