Sarah Blake



Snow White’s Dreaming

More than seven men
tend to me. More than
animals come to sing.


More than a witch
brings me apples to eat—
so many sweet things.


More than a prince
kisses me. Or a prince
does more than kiss


me—more than ebony,
more than snow, more
than blood or the rose.


I’m a blistering
sun-god emerging from
my star-skin, fulgent.


Photo Credit: Katelyn Mulcahy