Saturday, January 28, 2017

Thumbelina Starts A Small Memoir

did we look into depths of roses
thinking we were at home
thought Thumbelina on her own

and in a queenly state of mind
a violet for a cover from the rain.
one raindrop, a flood.

then I lived in mud
the bride of fossils nearly
till swallow came

and rescue bloomed with Spring.
did we look into depths of roses
were we ourselves the mirror of the sky

floating on intricate waters
thought of simply
or not at all.

by any passerby.

mary angela douglas 29 january 2017