Poetry · Writing

Snow White

Resting in ice, the queen looks on below

loyal subject, shoveling the coal down low.

The moon brought forth the guided hook

the crescent arrow to bring the queen, rightfully home.

She watches it and reaches out and let’s go

like the time before and before.

She’ll watch her family, bring them life

a pound of meaning and a full dream.

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