by Mary E. Lowd
Snow White ponders the apple
Wondering did she recognize
A familiar gleam
In the old woman’s eye?
Is she really so much despised?
Turned out, chased away…
And still hounded, driven to the ground
Is the apple a way out?
Does the young girl know
As she takes a bite:
This is how she dies
Maybe they’ll mourn her
The woman who raised her
Suddenly realizing
How harmless, how innocent
Obedient and sweet…
But no, the villain isn’t
A loving mother in disguise
And eating an apple can’t rectify
The gulf between a wanted daughter
And an enemy in the Evil Queen’s eyes
But she takes a bite
Because hope, no matter how foolish
Never completely dies