Falling Out Of The Picture

I met so many of the knights errant
I thought of them that way
they would see honor in me and

always be my brothers.
but it didnt turn out that way.
this was a kind of blistering thing

to find out. To think you were woven into that fairy tale
to milk white bet on it as on a palfrey or moonlight
then suddenly to fall out of it

to fall out of that picture frame
in the same pink dress
and all your tears like diamonds

into the mercies the lovingkindness
of only God.

mary angela douglas 10 april 2020