Free verse № 20195
Snow-White
They cannot make me smile,these baleful balls of snow
Though they've made me a snowman
Of swelling red nose,wrapped up in a gown of Sorrow.
As still as Death that speaks not but overwhelms
I move on like a ghost embracing the Night.
Through the howling storm and the White-Cloaks'scowl
I walk on with my Soul
And a murmur now unsound "O my unconquerable Sole!"
17 comments
a) i am not as well-read as you, and you are alluding to something i perhaps should have read, that would be the key to unlock the poem
b) the metaphor is clear in your mind, but has not translated well to the reader at large
c) i am dense
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