To An Unknown Princess

she was strong-

though no one thought so-

with one kite string

hooked onto

the aurora borealis-

but sometimes,

tired of shimmering.

she could read the

ivory braille of

moonlight

blindfolded at

the birthday party:

the one with raspberry

decor

the one with

not enough candles.

in all the kingdom no

one noticed

a blackberry stillness

in her house one afternoon

grew beyond all proportions:

in the cottage fine as

newly minted mint

and twice as green.

no one wondered

why the lights went out of the sky

completely

and the ice of words stopped

melting everywhere at once

in all the conversations-

although, it was Spring...

mary angela douglas 28 march 2012