Looking For Snow White Poem by Chris Zachariou

Reflections of my lover
dancing on the frozen lake
echoed every night on the
walls of the grey scullery.

The Ice Queen watched
each pirouette and veil cast
until enraged by the neon sunshine
stood and speared the screen twice.

Spring arrived and with her
first swallow my lover's passions
lay wild on the sawdust floor.

She flies with white doves
on the edge of a faded mirror
until she embraces Snow White
in a field of blood-red poppies.

Holding her like the Holy
Crucifix she takes her on a
journey into a world of
narrow fires until they shiver
in the heat and scream for mercy.

Enchanted by such a wondrous
spectacle I anchor my yellow
boat on a mound of melting ice
indulging in this daring love story.

We listen to the sermons of a wise
sage, and dancing to the songs of eastern
troubadours we hail the return of Happy
floating on a cloud of purple haze.