The Ice Queen stood,
transfixed to the light of the moon,
she held aloft the dish of white powder,
prodding, smoothing the white stuff.
Finally she calls the girls name, "Sarah,"
the Ice Queen stares with those piercing eyes,
entrancing all who see her.
Sarah sits beside her fire,
sewing a tapestry of home,
she stares into the flames,
she hears her name being called,
as if in a trance, she cries out,
"who calls my name?"
but there is nobody there,
just her cat asleep, dreaming of catching mice.
"Sarah come to me,
come out into the snow,
find me Sarah,
you know where I am."
Lost in time, she walks out the door,
the snow cold and icy,
but her mind once so alert,
now under the spell of the mystery voice.
"I'm coming," she cries,
the Ice Queen with her evil stare,
beckons with her hands,
"come to me Sarah, you know where I am."
Suddenly as if stuck rigid,
Sarah spies the Ice Queen,
white as snow, staring through the branches,
her wolf at her side.
The Ice Queen moves towards her,
staring, smiling almost floating,
"how beautiful she is," thinks Sarah,
"with her long flowing white hair."
"Come Sarah, you know you want it,
make it easy on yourself,
come taste the sweetness,
let your mind drift, take it easy."
Sarah is now face to face,
staring into those icy cold eyes,
she takes a hit,
feeling her body explode.
"Can't you see it coming Sarah?
bubbling, moving slowly,
gorging through the fires of hell,
taking the life force."
Letting go it happens,
so to hell with it, here it comes,
like a torment building,
grippy, gripey, dribbling, slimey,
crude and drooling, brimming over,
bubbling here it comes,
taking hold of my skin,
creeping slowly through my veins,
destroying the very life left in me,
"don't you know who I am?"
rhubarb tastes so sour without sugar,
like your kisses taste without the powder.
Draw my energy and bond it,
like thick tar,
glue sticking fast like gum to my shoe,
soon to be transfixed by your powder.
"Can you still not guess who I am?
you need to respect me,
or soon you will loose feeling,
and will be lost forever."
A rainbow of colours envelopes Sarah,
warming her body, changing the scene,
staring with eyes wide open,
a mind bending dream.
She lies down on a bed of snow,
feeling nothing, her mind bends and stretches,
the Ice Queen stands over Sarah laughing,
then she is gone, the candle blown out.
Comments
seashore | January 2, 2011 - 16:14
This is great, Jenny!
Love this line `sewing a tapestry of home'.....
skinner_jennifer | January 2, 2011 - 16:25
Thankyou so much seashore,
your comments always welcome.
Jenny.
well-wisher | January 2, 2011 - 17:27
Cool psychedelic fantasy/drugs metaphor. I could visualize it in my head as a sort of cartoon cross between Andersen's The Snow Queen and "The Yellow Submarine". It also made me think of Bob Dylan's song "Tambourine Man".
skinner_jennifer | January 2, 2011 - 17:44
wow! well-wisher,
that's an amazing description, I really like it,
thankyou so much. I must listen to Bob Dylan's
lyrics more closely, I will go and put
"Tambourine Man" on. Thankyou so much and
Happy New Year.
Jenny.
insertponceyfre... | January 2, 2011 - 18:07
I really like this Jenny. It's so vividly menacing. Couple of typos: it should be sewing, not sowing, and alert instead of elert.
Highhat | January 2, 2011 - 20:30
A great piece Jenny. I liked it immensly. I had associations with drugs as well- but can see the fairy tale like imagery of the Ice Queen.
;)Pia
fatboy74 | January 2, 2011 - 23:07
Hi Jenny, hope you enjoyed the festive season. This is wonderfully menacing and atmospheric and took me back to Preston Train Station when I was 12 and we had missed our homebound connection and had to wait several hours on the platform, which I spent reading a fighting fantasy book called Caverns of the Snow Witch which I became completely immersed in. Congrats on the cherry and happy new year.
skinner_jennifer | January 3, 2011 - 14:24
Hi insert,
thankyou so much for commenting, yes you are so
right, about the mistakes, I shall put them right.
Happy New Year to you.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 3, 2011 - 14:27
Hello Pia,
your so on my wavelength, I am glad you could see
the imagery and where I was going with this piece.
Happy New Year to you.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 3, 2011 - 14:31
Hello fatboy74,
It's good to have you back, thankyou so much for
your great comment, I loved your description,
menacing and atmospheric, that was what I hoped to
put over to the reader.
That book sounds really interesting, I shall have to
see if I can find it in the library.
Also thanks for your congratulations on the cherries.
Happy New Year to you too.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | January 3, 2011 - 14:33
Thankyou so much for the cherries, they really made
my day, I am glad you guys at ABC Tales enjoyed this
piece.
Happy New Year to you all.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 3, 2011 - 17:24
I've missed this one, until now, Jenny. FANTASMAGORICAL, is all I can say.
These were my two favourite stanzas and my, oh my, what an imagination you sure do have;-)
"Letting go it happens,
so to hell with it, here it comes,
like a torment building,
grippy, gripey, dribbling, slimey,
crude and drooling, brimming over,
bubbling here it comes,
taking hold of my skin,
creeping slowly through my veins,"
Tina
skinner_jennifer | January 3, 2011 - 19:57
Hi Tina,
thankyou so much for that amazing comment, I really
take it as such a compliment coming from a writer
such as yourself.
I am so glad you enjoyed.
Jenny.