"Schneewittchen" by Alexander Zick‘The Discovery’ by Rebeca Parrott The Society May 29, 2017 Culture, Poetry 3 Comments “She vanished to the wood,” they said. “Forget her—that strange and sickly child.” A child? Your face was no more childish than mine. And yet not a proper prospect. The Queen defiled my kingdom’s sight who saw you as a waif with reddest lips and whitish skin, no queen for future king. And so I wished you a safe escape and returned alone. The woods, once green, had turned grey without you. Then, by a silver lake I found you midst the summer ferns, encased in glass and gold, asleep in Nature’s wake. Serene you slept with starry ribbons laced around your night-sky hair. Could I end this? I have no magic potion, just a kiss. Rebeca Parrott is a poet living in Virginia. She has upcoming work appearing in Applause Literary Journal and Peacock Journal. Related Post ‘Candle’ by Carter Davis Johnson My candle burns at both ends Late into the night, And flickers fast, And bounces in my sight. My pen lies docile in my hand. The page... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Dona Fox May 29, 2017 A favorite. Thank you. Reply Bosthoon May 29, 2017 Wonderfilling, I expect more great things. B Reply David Hollywood May 31, 2017 Melancholy, but beautifully romantic and yearning. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.