by Ellen Huang
They don’t tell you that, you see, but there’s courage
as you throw open the curtains to an icy mansion,
clean the floors your luciferian cat trod upon,
eat at the beast’s castle, learn that you yourself are the beast,
waiting for the warmth of sweet love.
There’s daring in seeing every day
the palace in the clouds, so distant
from your window, wondering if they hear.
There’s resistance in simply sleeping
where the spell ordained dying.
prayers in the wishing, in the crying
from our towers, pining to be real
and all that made us human before—
There is power in the waiting,
like the ancients, while wanting more.
Ellen Huang is published in 50+ venues and runs a blog in which she explores faith, fairy tales, and film. She has been told her nostalgic movie scene reenactments brought light during these hard times. Follow if you wanna: worrydollsandfloatinglights.wordpress.com. Varada J.M. is a 9th grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public school, Vadakara here. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films and frets at night. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one.
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