THE MERMAID PREDICTIONS, THE FUTURE OF SNOW
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.
then, he will forget me.
then, he will forget me.
I have left everything and still, I am alone...
the seamaid thought or dreamed she thought as such cases may be
(without a soul.)
the seamaid thought or dreamed she thought as such cases may be
(without a soul.)
Hans Andersen dipped his pen in the foam
and thought of the future of snow.
how will it feel to melt without knowing
will anyone note
the fireworks over the castle
the whole of Denmark dancing.
what could the seamaid know
mute as she was yet eloquent beyond words
of the melancholia in his soul...
what could the seamaid know
mute as she was yet eloquent beyond words
of the melancholia in his soul...
am I the future of snow the poet mourned
and tempered her future.made, her soul:
she will glide on light into the chambers
of good children.
and that, forever
mary angela douglas 18 february 2014;27 january 2018
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.
