"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 ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.