Fairy Tale
A Sestina
by Kathleen McCarthy
 
A stretch of land reaches beneath the mist 
An honest hope enfolded in a jewel 
That once, confined, adorned a kingdom’s child 
Bequeathed this land and sea by father’s word. 
Now lies the jewel waiting ‘neath the snow 
That drifts down silent, covering a stone. 
 
Across this very land, another stone 
Stands upright, sudden sight within the mist. 
Branded by time, it marks beneath the snow 
The resting place of this fair kingdom’s jewel, 
Sent there by knives commanded by a word 
And now their hope lies buried with the child. 
 
‘Tis said by those who once revered the child 
That graven spells twice carved upon the stone 
Make plain in picture, hieroglyph, and word 
A quest for those who bravely dare the mist. 
”Go forth,” it reads (they say), “and
claim the jewel 
And bring it here, and lay it in the snow.” 
 
“This done, go forth again into the snow 
Not very far: then watch and wait. The child 
Long buried now will sense the jewel 
That once crowned it crowning now the stone. 
The earth will part, and rising through the mist 
The child will come, obedient to the word.” 
 
A foolish hope, say some, the empty word 
Of conquered people, lost within the snow 
That drifts and piles and underlies the mist 
And covers up the ground that holds the child. 
Shaking their heads, the wise look to the stone 
Ringed round by guards who fear the spells, the jewel 
 
And what it may bring forth. A single jewel 
Long hidden, not forgotten, hope’s only word. 
This grave, they say, is but a bed of stone 
From which the sleeper rises, melts the snow 
And walks its land unfettered, not a child 
But grown in power, divides the shrouding mist. 
 
Crowned by a jewel, covered still with snow 
And graven word, the kingdom’s child 
Throws off the stone and ragged shreds of mist. 
 
 © 2006, 2007 Kathleen McCarthy
Kathleen McCarthy is an eighteen-year-old author new
to poetry
but not to fantasy. Her short stories have appeared in the anthologies “Invitations”
and “Modern
Magic, Witches and Wizards.”
 
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