Get with it, Snow.
Don’t succumb.
There is no prince
Bound to come.
Your dwarves
Keep falling away;
And you must make
The last ones stay.
They need rest
From the mine.
Give them hope.
Give them time.
The witch is here,
With her apple.
“Dear,
It’ll just make
All things clear.
This is no time
To stand and fight,
Do what is right:
Go ahead. Just bite.”
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
Hearts Still Care 