It is a winter story and Snow White
is an owl
haloed in blue before the waxing
gibbous moon
floating over the frozen lake
the only sound
is the who and scythe of passing shadow
of a question hung in wind and wings.
A hail of mouse heads begins to fall…
a dream
of the first Christmas tree,
never severed from the earth,
garlanded in seven dead friends:
in Snake and Frog and Mouse,
in Rabbit and Rat, in Bird and Fish –
downy pellets of excrement dress the bottom,
and you are perched like a dread angel
or turning star at the top.
2 comments:
Great bedtime read for the children.
These poems and artworks are great! Beautiful! Thanks again for coming out to see Lady Magma on tuesday! Our myspace is www.myspace.com/ladymagma. Let me know the b-day party details, I might pop in! thanks again, chelsea
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