Poetry / Poets

Match by John W. Sexton

The Snow Queen’s palace:
fashioned from the frozen breath
of arctic whales;

whale-song
is still trapped
in the stiff white walls.

Imprisoned
in the thousand rooms of her palace
are one thousand men;

all those ex-boyfriends
wait in their chairs; miserably,
miserably blue.

The Snow Queen touches
the frosted tresses
of her brittle hair;

a new caller
is at the door of the palace,
stamping his anthracite boots.

The Queen sits
on her throne. The man enters,
steaming.

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