this is my homage to the disappearing-
copper shone, pennies! between the cracks
in old houses,the ones at the back
of old parks of the ancien regime where the carriages roll up
to the screen door so the princess won't drown her silk slippers
or where you go to draw up to the fire in a chintz chair
and can't find the host
in well constructed novels
just the parlour maid (who's nice enough to you)
after coming in from torrential rains
as your best ghost
in your best bonnet;
pity, the dripping roses on it.
this is for when you are tired of explaining
in fruitcake interviews heavy as lead
well,what would you do in five years...
said the head of HR:
put the coffee on to perk?
we can't have tears at work,,,
and that's how you filter out the jerks
and you're in a mood, after cappachino
which no one drinks anymore; (who cares, you do,)
to fancy finding the crystal shoes
all on your own
stashed behind a twinkling rose bush
and not telling anyone.it's YOU WHO'S CINDERELLA
contrary, they will say as you slip away
without walking through
the door not opened for you
but slammed so that the cages rattle
as "not a good fit;so sorry for it"
drifts under the door in the voices
of Heckle and Jeckyll
don't call us;we won't call you...
"obstinate as that girl in the red shoes
who danced herself to bits
in some versions..."
[insert a duet of eyerolls here]
but you're all out of view and in the clear
a bit on the distaff, don't make me laugh,
who knew
and learn to make do in treehouses
washing your ballgowns out in the creek
in another land, in your spangly spangles
no longer on hand
for last minute duties in the file room
while the phones are buzzing on every line
and you can't there every time
at the opposite end of a very long mine
and the mail is due, says Captain Hook
to go out now before you're cooked
haha. imagine on a Monday
where DID you put that file?
I'm sorry to report we've lost the whole kit and caboddle..
so there goes your last doodle on the messages while you
were out pad
as you float off in the afternoon
with your cardboard box of knicknacks, vending machine snacks
to the train or the bus
and rush to consume your heated up porridge
at least, you think it's yours
and then three bears show up
with an eviction notice
quite grumpy from their idyllic walk
all over their 1 million acre estate and
listless from berry picking, just full of complaints.
AND HONGRY...
then you wake up in Heaven: no longer temporary.
mary angela douglas 30, 31 may 2018
copper shone, pennies! between the cracks
in old houses,the ones at the back
of old parks of the ancien regime where the carriages roll up
to the screen door so the princess won't drown her silk slippers
or where you go to draw up to the fire in a chintz chair
and can't find the host
in well constructed novels
just the parlour maid (who's nice enough to you)
after coming in from torrential rains
as your best ghost
in your best bonnet;
pity, the dripping roses on it.
this is for when you are tired of explaining
in fruitcake interviews heavy as lead
well,what would you do in five years...
said the head of HR:
put the coffee on to perk?
we can't have tears at work,,,
and that's how you filter out the jerks
and you're in a mood, after cappachino
which no one drinks anymore; (who cares, you do,)
to fancy finding the crystal shoes
all on your own
stashed behind a twinkling rose bush
and not telling anyone.it's YOU WHO'S CINDERELLA
contrary, they will say as you slip away
without walking through
the door not opened for you
but slammed so that the cages rattle
as "not a good fit;so sorry for it"
drifts under the door in the voices
of Heckle and Jeckyll
don't call us;we won't call you...
"obstinate as that girl in the red shoes
who danced herself to bits
in some versions..."
[insert a duet of eyerolls here]
but you're all out of view and in the clear
a bit on the distaff, don't make me laugh,
who knew
and learn to make do in treehouses
washing your ballgowns out in the creek
in another land, in your spangly spangles
no longer on hand
for last minute duties in the file room
while the phones are buzzing on every line
and you can't there every time
at the opposite end of a very long mine
and the mail is due, says Captain Hook
to go out now before you're cooked
haha. imagine on a Monday
where DID you put that file?
I'm sorry to report we've lost the whole kit and caboddle..
so there goes your last doodle on the messages while you
were out pad
as you float off in the afternoon
with your cardboard box of knicknacks, vending machine snacks
to the train or the bus
and rush to consume your heated up porridge
at least, you think it's yours
and then three bears show up
with an eviction notice
quite grumpy from their idyllic walk
all over their 1 million acre estate and
listless from berry picking, just full of complaints.
AND HONGRY...
then you wake up in Heaven: no longer temporary.
mary angela douglas 30, 31 may 2018
