Snow White

Snow White

 

Like the queen I look to the looking glass and ask it

who’s the fairest. Ella’s face appears. She is my

Snow White, with skin as peach as peaches.

 

E, is there a squatter in your mirror, more beautiful

than you? Maybe a woman with copper curls and

olive skin. Is she thin? Is she grinning?

 

Or do her lips part slightly, like she’s offering up

a prayer? The house of worship looks the same

everywhere, with its powders and creams and

 

magazines full of made up faces. I say we leave

and get clean in cold flecks of rain.

I hear it smells of puddles and honey out there.

 

I say we buy a couple of clubs.

I say we say nothing and we

smash mirrors like idols.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like the ending. The mirror tell us the truth. I believe we know wisdom when we accept who we are. I like the strong description.
"She is my
Snow White, with skin as peach as peaches."
I like the way you use the language. A old fashion feel allowing the reader to understand. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote