Losing Your Place In The Audience

losing your place in the audience

you turn to find stage sets of childhood

so tea set bright and apple refined and

glowing, down the glass mountain,

spinning back, the prize you could not reach.

but watch it sparkle from an  unseen window:

you’ll have such a view never

fetched from starlight for any princess

of all the ways they’ll squander what you had

of Time.

whole kingdoms under snowdrifts drift away

sans lock and key how can I say who tore it all

away from the notebooks of your

dreaming, unassigned?

trespassers on the fairytale glimmer

and on the lawns of Day,

scanning the margins for what they can use...

still, sparkle with the newness you knew then

before the cruel ones came even in the name

of diamond God

and of His green.

mary angela douglas 16 july 2013;27 november 2014