Eternal Winter & Love’s Return

The weekend challenge over @Toads is to write a micro-poem (10 lines or less) using ‘because it is my heart’ as a frame of reference. Thinking of how hearts are often desired, taken or somehow changed in fairy tales — I wrote two connected poems that form one magical story. Having recently read a re-telling of The Snow Queen, my poems draw heavily from that fairy tale — as well as another favorite fairy tale, The Sleeping Beauty.  And finally, it is also influenced by my memory of Andrew Lang’s The Green Fairy Book.


Eternal Winter
The Snow Queen by clb-raveneye.deviantart.com

Eternal Winter

High atop a mountain, in a castle on a hill

A princess born under a sparkling summer sun

Skin white as milk, hair spun of gold, lips red as rose

Many journeyed from far and wide to bestow their gifts upon her

Disguised among them, a jealous witch wove a spell around her

A chill arose in the air, summer turning to winter

Freezing her heart so no love could enter.

Though she grew in beauty and grace, the space where her heart should be held a vast, gaping hole

The hill buried in a thick blanket of snow, the castle upon it turned to ice

Locked in the eternal winter of her frozen heart.

Copyright July 31 2016 Stacie Eirich 


Love's Return
http://filmchild.deviantart.com/art/My-Dream-of-You-288135168

Love’s Return 

From far across the land, a peasant boy journeyed to rescue the princess’s heart, seeking to return love to her empty breast

In peril he trod through ice & snow, bravely fighting hairy, clawed beasts and sharp-toothed dragons

Victorious, yet injured-he emerged, the princess’s still beating heart in his hands

Swiftly he ran with his last ounce of energy, up the snowy hill to her castle of ice

She lay inside, lifeless and still.

Gently he placed her heart inside the empty hole, the air around them warming

Bathing the princess and the peasant boy in a golden glow, the sun rising

Breathing a long sigh, she woke.

Her heart beating strong, filled with new love, she embraced the boy in thanks, her tears flowing to heal his wounds, the ice melting away

The summer sun returning to shine brightly, high atop the  mountain, over the castle on the hill.

Copyright July 31 2016 Stacie Eirich


If you are interested in further reading on fairytales, I highly recommend a visit to Surlalune, one of the best websites for reading & research on them that I’ve found. Here are a couple links:

Surlalune, Annotated Tales

Surlalune, Andrew Lang Fairy Books

Happy Reading and Writing! Thanks for visiting, and I hope you have a wonderful start to the new week ahead. 🙂

Meet Suzie & Jack

Meet Suzie & Jack

Meet Suzie & Jack, a sister and brother who go on an unforgettable, magical adventure together. Continuing in the use of poetry as character sketching for my novel-in-progress – here is their poem.


Suzie and Jack

Born on a snowy December night, the girl

eight minutes older than the boy

to a mother who sewed clothes and told stories

fixed them eggs and always baked them

their favorite angel food cake with cherries

for their birthday.

Their father laughed and smiled, leaving for work

every morning at the train station

his cap on his head, a sack lunch and

a kiss before he left.

The girl rushed to get her drawing pencils

her notepad tucked into her school bag

she chewed her nails as she waited

for her brother to walk to the bus

her hair neatly tied with two blue ribbons

her shoes laced and buttons done.

He lost his glasses, he’d make her late again

she rushed to help him find them, throwing the breakfast dishes

in the sink, apologizing to Mama, running up the stairs

feeling as if the weight of the world

were always on her shoulders, worrying she’d miss a question

on her spelling exam at school.

Copyright July 28, 2016 Stacie Eirich


Suzie & Jack are based on real people of the same names– my mother and her twin brother. While it is exciting to write characters based on people you love, it is also a nervous process because I want to reflect them as truthfully as possible. I hope I have written them true to how they were as children, their feelings and love they had for each other and the world around them. Their wild adventure in my story is the making of my own imagination, but I do hope it will bring them smiles when they read it. And to all my readers — a sense of wonder and fantastical dreams.

*Note* The above sketch is one I found in a google search (the origins of which I’m unsure), that I will not be using in the novel – I am hoping to have drawings of the real-life Suzie & Jack to include in it. But the above one does capture the style I like and envision. 

Rainbow Bazaar

Rainbow Bazaar
The Art Of Animation, Fraeya Pinto – fraeya.tumblr.com/

Rainbow Bazaar

Sitting underneath the light of a full moon, in shadows of

the Big Top Tent

hearing the booming voice of my father, the ringmaster

echo into the night air.

A spectacle of colored lights dancing, shooting across the sky

the painted clowns come out for laughs

the jugglers and cyclists their stunts

the music marching in bright, lively tones with the elephants

prancing with the hooves of horses

matching the gaiety of the crowd.

Then,  the music swells – stops.

All is still as fierce tigers appear, wondrous sights

a hush falling over the ring as lights dim.

Above, my mother, the trapezist, waits to fly

soaring above danger, her costume sparkling like diamonds

in the bright fluorescent, blinding spotlight.

The audience stares, transfixed, as tiger stripes streak through rings

sizzling, swirling with fire.

Mother launches into the air above, I hold my breath —

graceful as a ballerina she flys

landing safely on the other side.

I breathe out, close my eyes

listen to the roar of the audience

inside this spectacle of life, this rainbow bazaar

this show of cotton candy dreams, surrounded by

this circus family of mine.

Copyright July 25 2016 Stacie Eirich 


This poem is one that I was already working on for my novel – as a means to understanding one of my characters – the child who you hear speaking through this poem, a child of the circus. This weekend’s poetry challenge over at Toads also happens to include the Circus as a theme–so I’m happy to share it there too.

Last, I cannot close this post without mentioning that I have a friend from childhood, Ms. Diana Dorethy,  who is now working and travelling within a circus as a dancer & performing artist. Writing this poem made me think of her (though my book character is purely fictional) – she is following her passion, sharing her art. She has given me permission to share some of her circus photos with you! Here they are. Check out the circus website — they are currently performing in the Seattle area but travel all over the United States: Venardos Circus

Venardos Circus

Venardos Circus

Venardos CircusVenardos CircusThanks for visiting and reading! Have a magical day. 🙂