[to my intricately favorite fairy tale, "the twelve dancing princesses"]
oh what did you wear to the secret balls
I whispered to the twelve princesses
in a picture book of silhouettes...
of course, beaded slippers to match.
was it peacock blue with tiny hearts of
purple stitching; rustling, a moon dress
palest green beyond the yellowing trees;
or lamplit gold, and fold on fold?
peach shadows with
your favorite bit of lace and
not a trace of sadness, glistening?
carnelian earrings...
I wore cherry silk the eldest one
replied, a shawl of milk jade green
and sparkly slippers from the Queen
last Christmas.
the rest, demured.
I, I said the youngest, softly.
who am I.
dressed in blue twilights' finery,
endlessly,
gathered up with one pink rose.
I wore only Song.
mary angela douglas 27 october 2014
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