(from the SLCC prompt: write a poem about a favorite picture book you read when you were younger.)
In the long shadow
of Midas and Cassandra
resides the big-nosed
She may have come from an ant
or simply her high hideout
in the lifeless mountain heights
that she resembles and
she seeks heat and warmth and
the kindness of a fire’s halo of souls,
but only finds and leaves frozen
loneliness wherever she alights.
I met the Groke when I was still
fair, but like Sniff I felt not fear but
pity and read the warning in her
icy, solitary wake.