Not For Me (Rev) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The plot now looks even more a winter scene, a
story of outlines - and only my tears at the end -
though the heroine said she would also cry the
author never said when; my study turned into an
icy cave, curtains rolled showing white underside,
white scarf framing its scene, white paper pasted
like tiles around the window, lace foaming on the
windowsill and bookcase glittering snowflakes

On the wall a white bow, with silver designs on
transparent fabric covering boxes on the floor -
this is an allergy headache, better take a pill; I
will but only after writing this, IT is why I didn’t
re-read Wintersmith - feelings of sadness, of
loss, any tale of magic takes me that way, a hero
as an elemental with dreams of golden summer
as gleams in the eye

Tiffany wouldn’t have died in an ice palace - but
would’ve been sad forever, thus destroying the
Wintersmith’s dream of being human, breaking
his heart was the right thing to do - wasn’t it? - I
don’t know, he was innocent & sweet - while the
elusive golden-snake-slit gleam of Summer was
nasty to the heroine; in the end Tiffany gave him
his heart carved on a ring and that should be

Enough - though not for me…