seen through the periscope, spyglass:
Land of the Trembling Jewels!
how could you not believe the fairy tales
after this small flick of a childhood wrist
and rubies tumble into
topaz into emerald and the aquamarine.
surely the people in that village will be kind;
will come out to welcome you with gem-like candies.
free from the mists and the large dogs,
how they will crown you with stars.
you, the smallest one in the wood.
you, with no wand but God.
mary angela douglas 22 may 2014
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