Poem
Vicki Feaver
SNOW QUEEN
SNOW QUEEN
SNOW QUEEN
I’d melt in your houses.I hide in blue shadows –
appearing only at night:
a bride in a glittering veil,
pale and shining
as if lit from inside.
You offer me a snowman:
a frozen dummy
with eyes of coal.
But I want a husband
with a heart in my bed,
who’ll lie with me
where the snow’s blown
layer on layer like petals,
drifting to sleep in a heat
like hot sand, like ashes,
the water in his blood
turning to crystals of ice.
© 2012, Vicki Feaver
From: Like a Fiend Hid in a Cloud
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
From: Like a Fiend Hid in a Cloud
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
Vicki Feaver
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1943)
With just three collections in over 30 years, Vicki Feaver has nevertheless made a substantial mark on contemporary British poetry. Described by Matthew Sweeney as “domestic gothic”, her poems often explore the domestic, everyday world through the deeper world of myth, folklore, and terrifying transformation.
She is in the deepest sense a feminist poet, whose work has been concerned with uncov...
She is in the deepest sense a feminist poet, whose work has been concerned with uncov...
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SNOW QUEEN
I’d melt in your houses.I hide in blue shadows –
appearing only at night:
a bride in a glittering veil,
pale and shining
as if lit from inside.
You offer me a snowman:
a frozen dummy
with eyes of coal.
But I want a husband
with a heart in my bed,
who’ll lie with me
where the snow’s blown
layer on layer like petals,
drifting to sleep in a heat
like hot sand, like ashes,
the water in his blood
turning to crystals of ice.
From: Like a Fiend Hid in a Cloud
SNOW QUEEN
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