Friday, February 08, 2008

Poetry Friday: Snow White

I had so much fun with last week's poem that I found another one:

Snow White by Andrea Hollander Budy
It was actually one of the dwarfs
who kissed her—Bashful,
who still won't admit it.
That is why she remained in the forest
with all of them and made up
the story of the prince. Otherwise,
wouldn't you be out there now
scavenging through wildflowers,
mistaking the footprints of your own
children for those little men?
And if you found some wild apples
growing in the thickest part, if no one
were looking, wouldn't you
take a bite? And pray
some kind of magic sleep
would snatch you
from the plainness
of your life?

1 comment:

Kelly Fineman said...

What a clever poem!