Pale

I am the Snow Queen.

Birds and butterflies

shiver in my presence,

blood-red rose petals

fall and shatter

upon a touch of my hand,

becoming crystals of snow

that poison verdant valleys

and glorious sunflowers.

 

Phoenixes have risen

to silence me forever,

yet they all found

their monstrous wings

among cold, white ashes,

bodies petrified, never reborn.

I longed to end my immortality

yet the fiery-winged had failed.

 

Forlorn for a thousand dynasties,

never did I cease to wait

for that one ray of starlight

destined to kiss my soul away.

Upon my lips a melody awaits to be

heard when I am finally free.

A requiem for my wintry corpse

he shall play with keys of black and ivory.

 

And as for love, his soul shall be

entwined with mine for eternity,

no longer frozen, alive as a dream,

amidst auroras of aubergine,

under golden moon and sapphire sun

two spirits shall become one.

The remnant soul of my tragic life

shall be pale no more and release its light.

 

 

Written July ___ 2007

© Maxinne Marie

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Interesting how the non-rhyming becomes a fairly strict rhyme strcuture towards the end; is that deliberated technique, to increase the pace, or maybe to lighten the mood a little?
It reads like a poetic fairytale, with the traditional ingredients: beauty, a curse, failed attempted conquerings, anticipation of the antidote [love/lust]...but it's darker. Kind of 'if Tim Burton did the Snow Queen of Narnia...' Lol.
The whispery narrative works well to create an icy atmosphere that the reader hardly dare break by breathing. Your imagery is romantic and well-crafted.

Overall, a great poem.
Thanks for posting it.

[Marie]

Your work is very good. Great job.

[Goddess Sophia (filomen..]

and the snow came ....
i long to know..
your music of poetry rings softly...upon the ears of many.

[Damien Dsoul]

You most certainly have a definite grasp of language and rhythm, and you use to very well in this composition of this poem. The feeling is more like listening to the piercing chords of Mozart.

[Crazy Cat Man]

awesome poem

[Leah Simone]

Beautiful imagery - especially the wintry scenes that depict a coldness of corpse - living a dead existence - awaiting his love, his song, and the colors of spirit to be released from the imprisonment of circumstance.

[Jeremy Enright]

Very lovely use of language....so much promise for such a young poet....truly talented...

[Tomás Ó C..]

Lovely use of language

[James K. Blaylock]

Another great write. I loved that ending.

[Brian]

Enchanting imagery had me hooked from the first stanza. Another poem rich with feeling and emotion.