March 28, 2016

Sneewittchen by Ryan Stone

Ten small moons
blank as bone,
not bright enough
to guide her home.
Five above, and
five below
in the land of Fae,
where cold winds blow.

A coffin, glass,
her beauty case;
asleep at last,
the maiden, chaste.
A mirror's truth
first planted seed,
from poison springs
doom's apple tree.

Cloaked in night
her hunter lies;
a queen deceived
by fourteen eyes.
Grim tales weave
through bloody looms.
In royal breast
a thawed rose blooms.






Ryan Stone is a freelance writer from Melbourne, Australia.  He shares his home in the blue Dandenongs with his wife, two young sons and a German Shepherd.  A selection of Ryan's poetry, prose, haiku, art and flash fiction can be found on his blog - www.daysofstone.wordpress.com

6 comments:

  1. Love this take on the Snow White tale!

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  2. Very cool indeed. Snow White in poetry. Love the lines "a queen deceived by fourteen eyes." Great job. Congrats!

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  3. Ryan, epic story adapted into your styling poetry. Awesome work brother.

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    1. Thanks for taking the time to visit, Antony. Appreciate your comments, mate. Thank you.

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