Fairy Tale

Born in winter it follows: pale

eyes, white thighs, welcoming

ice in your blueshadow heart


On this knife-shard we bloom

roses on the breast of the snow


The white stag founders and

in thin trees blacksilent

owls watch hunters verge-lost


Your secret cottager spins jewels

into grayrock, acres of gold

into straw

9 thoughts on “Fairy Tale”

    1. I wasn’t too sure about this one–I’m glad you liked it. Maybe there’s an actual story lurking there somewhere…


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