the glass jewels shine as lucently
assented the Queen in winter daylight,
under chandeliers of the arctic suns
and I have lost the keys to everything
but the kingdom that is mine.
they will not know that I am queen
of only the things I can remember.
the glass jewels shine in the shadows I
have left- no one will mind
and there is money now for cakes, small
strawberries off the violet vines
that shift their colour at sunset
the glass jewels shine as if they were garnet
and the dew on the frozen grass is still alive
and I am alive and queen of nothing
but fair diamonds in far distant skies
mary angela douglas 1 april 2014
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