Play in One Act

oh spindle bright or the
ballet looms of snow
shone in the lamplight not my own 

for who owns the moon she said

or the sun
that we may embroider it on our petticoats.
and it's a school play

and the audience comes
and the lines are given but
all the wrong ones

and the play is spoiled
and the costumes ruined
and the stage sets serve

for the homes of fools
who wear the crown and
the lopsided sun

and the moon sobs down
the dawns among
the annointed

on the sidelines

mary angela douglas 31 october 2015