Monday, September 11, 2017

Tales My Mother Told Me

I placed my tears in a golden casque
the ones I found through the looking glass
where I grew small and smaller.

when will you ever grow taller
mocked the creatures
in their ruffs

and in their evening tiaras
when through all the dusks
i groped my way

into the ending of the Play
and into the countless
Who Invited Yous

that came my way.

Don't grow confused
my mother said
when everything that's in your head

is bartered by them
for any old thing.
rebuild the wastes

and find the trace
of the gold they stole from you.
in season or out

and whether your dress is appropriate or not
treasure o treasure
the things they have forgot.

mary angela douglas 11 September 2017