December 21, 2021

The Snow Queen's Gifts: A Poem in Seven Stanzas, By Kelly Jarvis


I 

You do not have a Godmother 

To plait your hair with hues of dappled sunshine, 

Or sew a dress of scented roses 

That sings of summer each time you spin  

At the Prince’s Solstice Ball.  

 

II 

No kindly crone will comfort you  

In the creases of the forest 

While you wait for walnuts to fall like tears upon your mother’s grave. 

Their wrinkled shells won’t spill forth gowns threaded thick with autumn’s dying light. 

No wish will soothe your weathered wounds of grief. 

 

III 

An orphan of the Northern Realm,  

You must hitch your sled to ravens’ wings, 

And pay with heated copper pennies for your passage through the sky. 

You must journey, barefoot, through storms of ice, 

Clad in the skin of a beast you have slain, 

Its bloodied fur forcing you forward, 

Its death a sacrifice. 

You may encounter winter witches,  

You may cling to the backs of bears, 

You may let reindeer lick your salty tears  

and kiss you with their soft, pink tongues, 

But, in that barren landscape you will find yourself, alone, 

With nothing but the Northern Lights to guide your wandering way. 

 

IV 

Let your breath become a crystal prayer 

That echoes through the night 

Drawing down the silver light  

of December’s waning moon. 

Follow swarms of milk white bees. 

Find the Queen in frosted blooms, 

Beautiful, terrible, exquisite, cold.  

A glimmer of hope in winter’s white gloom.  

 

If you solve her puzzles, she will gift you a glorious gown 

Stitched from ten-pointed stars and the black velvet of night. 

Shards of frost, clear as glass, become a crown for your hair, 

And snowflakes become slippers that slide over ice. 

Her sleigh, pulled by white chickens, will whisk you away 

Through dark billowing clouds that breathe windstorms of fright, 

Until you arrive where you started, in the Realm of the North, 

At the Ball that rejoices in the return of the light.  

 

VI 

Your beauty will shatter into thousands of pieces 

As you glide past gilded mirrors lining the walls. 

Shards, hard as diamonds, will lodge in the eyes  

Of the Prince, seeking his soulmate at the Solstice Ball. 

In you he will see the spheres of the heavens, 

Hear the songs of creation, 

Feel the romance of death. 

He will wish to possess your enchanted beauty far more 

Than you wish for a Prince or a safe place to rest.  

 

VII 

Strong from your trials, you will leave long before midnight,  

Your slippers of snowflakes still firm on your feet. 

You will laugh as the wind whisks the stars from your dress, 

And your slippers of snowflakes melt back into sleet. 

An orphan of the Northern Realm,  

You will hitch your rags to eastern skies, 

Let the dappled sunrise warm the seeds 

That barely breathe beneath the blackened soil, 

Knowing that soon, 

Snow-quenched roses will bloom, 

Each petal  

A gift from  

The Snow Queen.  


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your writing is absolutely gorgeous! You have such a talent for painting beautiful images with words!

Jaya Avendel said...

I love the rich imagery in the opening lines of this poem and how the visuals continue throughout!

Lissa Sloan said...

Kelly, I love this! It's so original!

Unknown said...

Wow,this is amazing

Kristen Baum DeBeasi said...

This is stunningly beautiful, Kelly! Absolutely gorgeous.

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