The Snow Queen 1. (Rev.) 22 August 2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

I must go and save my love
from the Snow Queen’s palace –
built of driven snow, doors and
windows pierced by winds

…My love once saw a snowflake brilliant
…white, beautiful and delicate turned
…into a snow maiden, dressed in finest
…gauze – but ice, hard and glittering…

A hobgoblin’s changing mirror made
all good and beauty into the bad and
ugly; the mirror fell and shattered
and a shard lodged in an eye

…It saw the plain and the ugly,
…when a splinter pierced a
…heart, it turned into
…a piece of ice…

Hans Christian Andersen