embroider your silence!
thundered the King, her father.
Cordelia couldn't.
she was just that way.
and it was strange because,
outside of state occasions,
she embroidered everything
for the least reason.
making a present of it all
in your favorite colours
for your least whim.
but this-
coming down from on High, perforce
she just couldn't do it.
not even for her third of the Kingdom.
mary angela douglas 4 may 2014
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