{"id":90401,"date":"2021-06-26T12:24:50","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:24:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90401"},"modified":"2021-06-26T12:24:50","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:24:50","slug":"poem-4-snow-white-af","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/poem-4-snow-white-af\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 4: Snow White AF"},"content":{"rendered":"

Snow White AF<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wonder what choice she would have made<\/p>\n

if she had a say. Surely that damned apple would top<\/p>\n

her list of things to set out by the curb for Goodwill.<\/p>\n

That apple messed her up as bad as an apple<\/p>\n

bruised Eve and all the women since. I\u2019m betting she preferred<\/p>\n

to stay under that blanket, sleep for decades, growing<\/p>\n

old with no eyes to notice when her skin grows crapey.<\/p>\n

She must have known people prefer smooth young skin<\/p>\n

to old, pale and free from the sun\u2019s rays. Her one-woman<\/p>\n

tribe of dreams is absent of all the little men<\/p>\n

scuttling around her with their needs on display,<\/p>\n

demanding her attention, like vampires sucking<\/p>\n

the lifeblood right out of her porcelain neck,<\/p>\n

not yet sagging to turkey neck, for then<\/p>\n

she would hardly have been the Fairest in the Land.<\/p>\n

Give the dear gal a carnation to pin next to her flawless<\/p>\n

neck, the one red spark of life blossoming in her care.<\/p>\n

Her home was her comfortable fort, but it\u2019s been overrun<\/p>\n

by seven little guys with odd names. Don\u2019t get me started<\/p>\n

on that scoundrel Prince Charming. What\u2019s so charming<\/p>\n

about being woken from the best damn sleep she\u2019s had in years,<\/p>\n

stirred from a dream where she\u2019s the empress of her castle,<\/p>\n

humble as it is with hand hewn furniture suitable for kids.<\/p>\n

Oh, and wait till the Prince learns she doesn\u2019t want kids.<\/p>\n

What a whale of net he\u2019ll be caught in. Ms. Snow daydreams<\/p>\n

of having her own place, with no one for her to tend to but<\/p>\n

her own desires to make beautiful objects and sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Snow White AF I wonder what choice she would have made if she had a say. Surely that damned apple would top her list of things to set out by the curb for Goodwill. That apple messed her up as bad as an apple bruised…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3235,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90401","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3235"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90401"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90410,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90401\/revisions\/90410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}