the mermaid predictions, the future of snow
is this my future thought the smallest one
a pearl dissolving only on the surface of the seas.
I have left everything and still, I am alone...
Hans Anderson dipped his pen in the foam
and thought of the future of snow.
how does it feel to melt not knowing
if anyone remembers
the fireworks over the castle
the whole of Denmark dancing.
am I the future of snow the poet mourned
and tempered her future.
she will glide on light into the chambers
of good children.
and that, forever
mary angela douglas 18 february 2014
Note on the Poem: I went to Amazon today to see if it would be possible to order a ten pound bag of pinto beans so I won't have to think about what's for dinner for a longish time and a momentary ad for Porter Fox's Book "DEEP: on Skiing and the Future of Snow" caught my eye - especially the incredibly poetic, evocative phrase "the future of snow".
The phrase did not originate with me, then, but it did trigger this poem on Hans Christian Anderson and his deep (as deep as the future of snow) fairytale on sacrificial love,The Little Mermaid... Thank you Porter Fox for such an incredible phrase.
