And all the stories had, somewhere, the witch. The wicked old witch.
And Tiffany had thought, Where’s the evidence?
The stories never said why she was wicked. It was enough to be an old woman, enough to be all alone, enough to look strange because you had no teeth. It was enough to be called a witch.
If it came to that, the book never gave you the evidence of anything. It talked about ‘a handsome prince’…was he really, or was it just because he was a prince that people called him handsome? As for ‘a girl who was as beautiful as the day was long’…well, which day? In midwinter it hardly ever got light! the stories didn’t want you to think, they just wanted you to believe what you were told…
Grüner See (Green Lake) is a lake in Styria, Austria. In the winter you’ll find crisp, tranquil grasslands and lake that is only about 3 to 6 feet deep. However, during the spring, when the temperature rises and the snow melts, the basin of land below the mountains fills with water. The lake reaches its maximum depth of around 40 feet from mid-May to June and is claimed to look the most beautiful at this time.
Were we to pass as strangers in the fray
As lost newspapers, or such fleeting things.
Were we adequate strangers today
Who in the wintered wind may drift.
And were you not of basalt built
A Pillar stacked in greying sea
Weather-worn still weathering
But eroded not to frailty
Were we but strangers today
I could chance upon a greater strength
As like stone you are worn away
By tempests which you fought at length.
While now we wait in whitened rooms
As morphine pump lets out a rasp
I wish I were a basalt being
For I had missed your final gasp.
Haunting yet beautiful.