A Snow White Lie or Prelude To A Snow White Life
The tale of Snow White more than any other fascinates me. I wondered what would happen if I got to know her more intimately, from the inside out. What I found was hope overcoming fear, grace overcoming awkwardness, service increasing beauty and love conquering evil. Finally, in her I glimpsed the very nature of so many of the women I love, my wife, my sisters, my mother, my wife’s departed grandmother. The sheer ability of beauty and grace of the feminine to not only overcome but to lift untold generations.
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All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Love & Romance , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Myths, Legends and Fairytales, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and WMGShe knew she was a waif. Of course she knew! Hadn’t she been told often enough. Her voice was weak and uncertain. Her hair unkempt and worse unruly. A thousand combs could not, would not resolve that. She walked awkwardly and the very idea that a man, let alone the right man, would give her a second glance, would find her desirable, was absurd.
Yet somehow here she was alone again. Driven out by the one person who vowed to care for such as her. In the end, without a clear idea of why her protector had turned on her, she who could not care for herself was left to find her own way. Of course she had no way of knowing about the mirror on the wall. She could only surmise that the cause was that she was the plainest of them all.
Though frightened, she was really quite certain that all this had happened many times before and would, of course, again. This evertime pain in which she stood would transcend other worlds she knew not of. But that was then and she would be now.
Whenever a stranger happened to pass her way she hastily dropped out of sight or failing that crossed over to the other side and cast her glance downward. It was instinct really. She was unaware of how deeply the one time words had penetrated.
There were times of course when she felt the pride of work well done, even glimpses of her own beauty in the clear lake. Times when her voice sounded sweet to her as she sung uninhibited, when no discriminating ear was around to hear her. Above all a lilting airiness to her walk as she wandered alone in nature, taking in the grandeur around her. At times like this she was entwined with everything and everyone, free, alive, loving and beloved. In the distance she glanced a princess, a queen, a lover, a mother, heralded by generations yet unborn. Equally important she now held the dreams of millions who felt not unlike herself. But that was yet to be. Even then could the now pain ever be complete?
pauldrobertson
this was aching with tension and hurt… i would fall for her. yup.
Tom Sieger
Who wouldn’t, huh? Glad you liked.
Larasolnishko
beautifly written piece
Tom Sieger
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.