the red rose white rose twined in the story
by all stories end
that will not end with me
in the rose red rose white music
that trills on
under the signet of the crystal Bear
rainbow shimmering in thin air
the very North Star.
the emblem of where you are, my soul
Orion bought with the price of tears
threaded through recriminating year
from the beginning
silver dipped out from the Great Dipper
with the young winds in my hair
the folkloric skirts
the tiny jackets
made for elves
and hand embroidered.
I could wear those well;I did.
with shoes dyed to matc
from the berries in the field.
this is a misreading you say
in your off green vest
your turned up shoes
dressed for Success
your restlessness, ill defined
your pruned back vines
you slithery so and so
dont you think I know
who are you nibbling the door down
on my acquarium's castle any time you just seahorse feel like it
grieving the flowery borders brocade
that you stage a fit at because it's mine
stamping it into bits
breaking the crystal of the stream.
silver dipped out from the Great Dipper
with the young winds in my hair
the folkloric skirts
the tiny jackets
made for elves
and hand embroidered.
I could wear those well;I did.
with shoes dyed to matc
from the berries in the field.
this is a misreading you say
in your off green vest
your turned up shoes
dressed for Success
your restlessness, ill defined
your pruned back vines
you slithery so and so
dont you think I know
who are you nibbling the door down
on my acquarium's castle any time you just seahorse feel like it
grieving the flowery borders brocade
that you stage a fit at because it's mine
stamping it into bits
breaking the crystal of the stream.
into dollhouse mirrors
from dream to altered dream
puckering every seam
from dream to altered dream
puckering every seam
your name is envy.
thinking you're right on time.
with your poisoned rosy apples.
thinking you're right on time.
with your poisoned rosy apples.
you are not wanted here.
you'll have to disappear.
I know I've made it clear.
mary angela douglas 29 december 2019
you'll have to disappear.
I know I've made it clear.
mary angela douglas 29 december 2019
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