Sestina Day 49: Snow White Speaks

The back-from-the-dead, fugitive, high-contrast-looks princess finally gets her own say. This week has been fun.

Black hair, red lips and skin as white as snow.
I can’t say I have ever felt at home
With this idea that beauty makes you happy.
My looks my mother left me brought no love
Into my life, instead the queen came after
Me. She even killed me, till the prince

(He’s told me that he really is a prince)
Threw off my coffin lid onto the snow
And somehow brought me back from the hereafter.
I hate to leave my pretty forest home
With my dear seven friends, whom I so love,
But he thinks that with him I could be happy.

Why should a royal wedding make me happy?
Look at my dad and stepmum! Though the prince
Seems sweet enough. I can’t be sure it’s love.
It’s new as fragile blooms, after the snow
Which wilt and fade when taken from their home.
I can’t be certain what this prince is after.

But maybe I should go back with him. After
All, the boys will need the room. I’m happy
That Dopey’s love, the woodsman, found our home
But now there’s ten of us! I and the prince
Could go back to his palace, now the snow
Has melted, and then see if it’s true love.

I won’t get married till I’m sure it’s love.
My dad made that mistake. The queen was after
His throne and power. She was cold as snow.
The woodsman says she died. I can’t be happy,
But I am quite relieved, and so’s the prince.
He wants to go and see my dad at home.

I must admit, I’d like to go back home.
My father’s all alone, no-one to love
I think he’ll get along well with the prince If getting married’s truly what I’m after,
And as the prince’s wife I could be happy,
I’ll give MY child far more than skin like snow.

I think I like the prince. I feel at home
With him. Beneath the melting snow, there’s love
I may just get my happy ever after.