(with ref. to the "a mon seul desir" Lady with The Unicorn medieval tapestry at the Cluny Museum in Paris i only saw in a book, but nevertheless, cherish)
shed no tears, fond Unicorn
golden are the tapestries, still,
I leave you to inhabit, shyly on these
museum walls,
in rooms with gilded conversations
guided tours-
beyond burgundy ropes of velvet
graze on, continually - with good will.
your hoof in my hand:
I hope you'll be discreet
munching the shadows of
departing guests
only a little
and the pastel mints at party's end.
Be brave, always.
I'm braiding my primrose stories
just for You
and the farther fields of honour.
mary angela douglas 30 may; 1 june 2010
