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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