said the petulant seeing as how it beaded
her golden hair
and they rearranged her dress so that
it no longer reflected the blue skies anywhere
and tied the sash crookedly
and saw that her eyes were gazing far way
from this melee and filled with lilies
towers, something, they could not say
but it made them irritable.
then she was driven away
into the far woods
and left to pray
for whatever sustenance there was.
but the blue skies were near
and berry bright, the clouds
and nothing loud, obstrepersous
came near her then.
with God for friend;
the evening star.
the cooling waters.
mary angela douglas 8 april 2016