The Ice QueenA Poem by Leanne EstelleAs soon as I saw Frozen I knew I had to write a poem about it for my fairytale series.Are my powers a gift? Are they a curse? The trolls say they’ll bring beauty but they seem to make things worse. This was never my intention, this wasn’t planned, Please say you don’t hate me, say you understand.
I didn’t mean to hit you; you were moving too fast - Then I slipped and you were struck with a cold, icy blast! The only way to save you was to make you forget, That I had to leave you will be my only regret.
When you asked me to build a snowman I had to say ‘no’, Although my heart was breaking I had to tell you to go. Mum and Dad tried to help but I told them ‘stay away’ too; I couldn’t risk hurting them, like I’d hurt you.
Then they were gone and we were really on our own, Neither of us understanding, both of us alone. When it was time for my coronation you were so excited; You couldn’t wait to meet everyone who’d been invited.
But I was more excited than even you could be, I didn’t care about our guests; it was you I couldn’t wait to see! Although I was delighted I also felt so scared, Afraid that I wasn’t ready and that I was unprepared.
You kept asking why it couldn’t be like this every day, But I told you that things just had to be this way. The party was over, I told the guards to shut the gate, Then you grabbed my hand in an attempt to make me wait.
You ripped off my glove " the thing that keeps my powers concealed " Ice shot from my fingers, my secret was revealed. The people said I was a monster; all I wanted was to flee, So I ran towards the mountains to find a place I could be free.
I found it but my freedom came at a dreadful cost, For although I found sanctuary, my sister is what I lost. I accidentally set off a blizzard, to make things more complicated, Feared and hated by my subjects, The ice queen, isolated. © 2014 Leanne EstelleReviews
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Added on June 24, 2014Last Updated on June 24, 2014 AuthorLeanne EstelleUnited KingdomAboutMy number one passion is writing; there is nothing I love more is this world. My pen is my best friend for it knows me better than I know myself sometimes, whenever I don't know how to express my feel.. more..Writing
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