Snow White

There is a god

not The God

but worshipped

nonetheless

"...as we bow low

and break our brittle bones

and grind them with our bread

let us give thanks

"As we walk across the sand

as we crawl over the mountain

as we eviscerate the sacrificial lambs

let us give thanks

"As we flagellate our bodies

and fill our minds with sweet opiates

and forgetfulness

let us give thanks..."

Yes, there is a god

wealthy beyond compare

powerful beyond knowing-

so bow

and scrape

and worship

and shun the unbelievers

for your god is mightier than mine

a physical presence

a rod, a cage, a red hot poker

no son, but a soft white daughter

to feed your intoxicated soul

I must be the evil queen

to hate her so,

let me pick up the burning slippers

and dance.

A. J. Ponder 

 All right - was going through a hundred and one poems to try and find some work on Eastbourne - there's surprisingly little in my collection - mostly just the beach poems or complaining that I'm too busy for the beach.  It's quite sad really.   So is the fact that I have a fairy tale portal and still don't have all my fairy tale poems up.  Not that this is so much your traditional Grimm's version, but a little sidestep away from the traditional poison apple.  Think of it, if you will, as a rail against the worship of the artificial prettiness so prevalent in modern tales, after all that is as true as anything else.

...BTW this is my hundredth post.  I'm now an old hand with over 13,000 views, .  It must be almost time for a break :)  My most popular poem is still "Sex Sells" - which does rather prove the aphorism I guess.  Also I'm rather pleased the rather traditional "Stolen Time" has hit the top ten.  I'm hoping this means that others also like the rather deadly romance of fairy-tale poetry, where dancing is not always the harmless occupation one might think - and even songs and sight are dangerous...

A.J. Ponder 

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores