Musings: In the Hall of the Mountain Queen

(Written Mar 2019)*

The horizontal sun always
Does paint the shattered world better
Than it was done. On that high peak
Your tempest whirled, and fractals froze
And formed a queendom fit for one.

In that now lifting storm, what thought you,
As you there beheld your magic’s
Mature form? Were those by its glory
Withheld: that door, that knock, that voice,
Which frozen hearts could warm?

You’d call this the sole choice. Perhaps
The price of love is pain, the more pain
More the joy. Yet, see – through this
Frost-bit domain! – that painѐd love
Still runs, nor pain nor love will foil.

​(Tribute to Elsa after watching Frozen: the Musical on Broadway)

*This is when the idea for the “Queendom of the Crocus” first came to me.