Wherever did it all go so wrong?
Did it begin
With a wife’s fondest desire
To become mother to a daughter
Or with her silly wish
For the child to have
Skin like snow
Hair of ebony
And lips as red as blood?
With intelligence and confidence,
Job prospects and a little cunning?
Whenever did it all go so wrong?
Did it start
With the mother dying
With a lonely broken father
Taking a new wife and mother
For his just born little daughter?
Or with his poor choice
Of a woman full of vanity and greed
And her mirror and its spiteful magic?
Or when the father died and left
His sweet innocent daughter
In the hands of an evil queen?
Okay, so I caught a break
The hunter didn’t shoot me
He took the heart of a young deer
To take back to his vicious mistress
Instead of my still beating one.
Okay, so it wasn’t all bad
To stay with seven little men
Keeping house and such
And looking after them,
Being cared for and adored.
Whatever did I do to make it go so wrong?
Did it happen
When I opened that door
And took the poisoned comb,
Or when I ate the nasty apple?
Without that silly prince
Who fell in love with
Nothing but a pretty face
I’d be dead and gone!
Whose fault was it all?
Was it fate?
Or was it blind stupidity?
Sheer plain naivety?
Was it me all along
Who got myself into all this mess?
There are lessons to be learned
For future mothers and their wishes
Beauty got me into all this trouble
Beauty got me out of it again
But brains would have let me see
Where all this was going
Long before I ended up
In a coffin made of pretty glass
Choking on a bit of apple
And rescued by a man!
© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way shape or form without my written permission.
I love fairy tales, although I am not always happy with their message. So here’s my humourous take on Snow White.
The illustration to go with it can be seen here