This is a fairy tale, such as could have been sung in a medieval ballad. Eventually I might rewrite this into a gory children's story




once upon a time and possibly true

consecrated with a drooping wreath

and maidenly hair

flax and rye straw

flowing down her back

 

nettle cloth shift

lovingly stiched

pale blue overdress

of long-distance silk

 

they bring a white horse for the wedding

they bring untold gifts

caprison with gilded bells

from a faraway prince

 

they bring rich fur from a defeated brother
claws and teeth as proof

golden rings to bind her hands
a jeweled choker for her throat

 

a wilting crown of forest flowers
sliding to the ground
a step into the singing water
farewell to kith and kin
and wilder kind

 

they laid her out on the fur and said
why did she drown, why is she dead?

 

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-12-05 at 15:18

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