Snow White

Snow White

I see you in the museum, at midnight — dancing with the dead things,caressing dust from faded furand feathers,reminding themof how it felt to live.You understand how it isto emerge, creaking and cautioushaving been pinned in place,inflamed and aching,bent into the shapethat illness will allow.The bright glare, muffled roarof life passing beyond glass wallsas you lay, stifled in stillness, reduced to merely watchingwith bright button eyes.So dance with your dead menagerie,let brittle birds take refuge in your hair.Creatures crowd lovingly around you, reanimated animals, thankfulfor the moments they can holdsomething like life again. My poem Snow White has been featured in the fantastic DUST POETRY MAGAZINE. Dust is a British poetry journal featuring work from global artists that I admire and I am so happy to appear amongst them. Snow White is very dear to me as it is inspired by a good friend and explores the concept of chronic illness which I also experience personally.