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Snow-White in CAPITALS.

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It’s morning.
But there’s no light in this coffin.
I hate the dark; it’s blinding;
I can’t see.
(I hated light; it’s blinding, I was blind.)
I wonder if it’s the same for you.
Wonder a lot these days.
In dark.
Use “I” a lot.
Use “You” a lot.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Names.
What does “we” signify?
I know what you think?
You have a
Name.
You need it in CAPITALS.
You have a
Name.
You want it recognised.
But do you know your
Name?
How can other confused people
With vaguer
Names
Possibly recognise yours?
Maybe they’ll wonder at it,
Because you place it in CAPITALS;
But can’t you understand it first?
I’m willing to try.
But I’m snow-white:
I heeded the WITCH
And I bit the APPLE.
So I want you to be the prince –
But my prince wants to be KING.
So I wait.
Alone and quite dead
In my glass coffin,
For people with vague names
To come and gawk.
And I wish I could appreciate my
NAME
That is now in capitals.

30th March

The Dawn Broke Upon the Night.

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The dawn broke upon the night
and scattered ice blue shards
in the dark blue and black fight.

Meanwhile my eyes blinked and saw,
the sleeping leaves stir in the cold,
and somewhere i heard a crow caw.

My eyes blinked again and sleep
came over my thoughts quietly,
and i let it come in a soft creep.

I lay down on my pillow of white,
and saw the white dawn smile,
just as i slept and said good night –

The sky brightened and i sighed
with eyes shut i thought of the night,
some thoughts ran away to hide,

and some stayed back but they too
seemed reluctant to let my eyes open,
and sudden into dreams they flew.

The Maiden of Meduseld.

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The horses rode briskly against the wind
The sun caught the gold on the roof of Meduseld
The mountains stood tall – nearly a circle
And the wind within their realm was caught and held.

Being a woman with the courage of a man,
Being a woman with the need to prove self worth,
Is robbing me of all the smiles I had,
Divesting me of freedom, with it, all life’s mirth.

In this dark world around and my own doubt
I perceived a glimmer of hope, a glazed light –
That was never mine to begin with.
And all that was left to me was the will to fight.

Fight not against the love I held;
But against the bittersweet cage that held me;
For love had forsaken me twice before;
And yet imprisoned me in woman’s vanity.

So fight I must, against my own heart,
And against the laws laid down by men I love,
Fight I must against my own heart’s pain,
And face calm death – from here, there, down and above.