Lights On by Emmanuelle Rabu


You called me once
My dearest
You became
My fatherest
Poisoned love apples
Made you confused
We know mirrors are fake
In my rewritten fairytale
But we need it that way
Snow White as a male
White beard
White hair
And myself
Begging you
To keep the lights on
In a mine of thoughts
Me as a female digger
Dusky dwarf at Word

Emmanuelle Rabu
Emmanuelle Rabu

Emmanuelle RABU / Full time dreamer (poems, short novels, visual arts), I was born in TOURS (France) in 1965 and started to immerse myself into creative work two years ago. Some of my texts and paintings are published in French literary reviews (online and paper) such as Festival Permanent des Mots, Lichen, Méninges, Agneau Éditeur. Much more on Emmanuelle Rabu can be found via the Festival Permanent des Mots by clicking here… and a short summery of her work via Penestin here…

4 Replies to “Lights On by Emmanuelle Rabu”

    • I am glad you do, Henry… such a rich word with its three different spellings and a rich world to play with. Thank you for your reading of my poem and comment !

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