Jagged icicles and glittering snow,
restless winds around us blow.
Stealth and quiet, we must not be seen
if we are to catch sight of the Snow Queen.
Utterly forbidden it is to see her face,
to trespass in her hallowed abiding place.
If caught, to eternal winter consigned
to be imprisoned until time out of mind.
Bitter chill and shards of ice,
for all that shall we pay the price?
Frost like a mirror, smooth as glass,
in truth we are at an impasse.
Oh please tell, do we dare to go on
or should we quickly have withdrawn?
Ominous shivers down us creep
as we anticipate what we shall reap.
She rides from out of the distance,
from a land of timeless existance.
White horses pull her crystal sleigh,
from her destination she does not sway.
Ermine trimmed cape blowing in the breeze,
who can say what her arctic gaze sees?
Sparkling snowflakes cling to her gown,
while below in the valley lies the sleeping town.
Ethereal and beautiful in her icy glory,
truly not a fairy tale or other story.
Shimmering crystal, etched with a snowflake,
a crown of ice …it’s her, no mistake.
Neither to the left nor to the right
does she look during her swift flight.
Not the tiniest sound do we make,
nor movement, our life not to forsake.
Then ever so slowly, she nears our hiding spot,
shock, anger and a glower we received not.
Instead a sublime smile, a wave and a wink,
then to our surprise, she was gone in a blink.
Amazing, no imprisonment or fuss,
what about all the stories told to us?
Imagine our shock and surprise to find
The Snow Queen was actually quite kind.
The Snow Queen graciously thanks you for visiting with her today and she hopes you’ll come back soon!
She’s joining in with Susan over at Between Naps on the Porch for another Tablescape Thursday. Why don’t you join us too?