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The real Fairy tale (unfinished)
by Vikki OwensSleeping beauty,
held in a slumber by
easy starvation,
easier to sleep when she pushes
the plate away,
calms her mind, smooths
her hair
vanishes on her own bed,
made a tower out of
a disorder
filled with thorns
no one but herself to climb the stairs
Snow white, made paler
by her own face in the mirror,
a taunting voice
'who's the fairest, who's the fairest!"
runs into the woods to hide
herself in a maze of shame,
in a thicket
of solitude
09/07/2003 Posted on 09/07/2003
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 09/07/03 at 07:28 PM I love the way you've twisted the heroines here into something far more fragile and more contemporary. Fairy tales are sinister things, you don't have to dig far with your imagination to find the underlying flaws and the monsters who reside under their not-so-perfect beds. |
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