Her Descendants

no crystal slipper there perhaps her descendants, daughters sighed

the daughters, granddaughters of Cinderella in their fairy gowns

and in a rueful mood pursued the image crystalline and neat

thoughtfully in a jasmine breeze reflecting on some fallen apart at 

the seams

scenario.

what a family heirloom, metaphor the slipper turned out to be

a way of measuring the world the one that matters, 

the one that revolves inside, past all the chatter, the chivalries

oh my Chevalier,

the interior meanings.the tongue cut sparrows trilling, after all,

ever after.

no scaling of the wall, no lute occuring in the purpling shadows

no coach on the road with green silk lined could have

meant more to them than the knowledge that 

this does not fit. whatever this was in the moment assigned,

algebraically speaking as unto the stars the myriad stars

we keep in our clouded minds to remind us 

that earth is not all. 

that only Heaven really fits us

in the end. and infinitely sparkles on the harrowing wind.

mary angela douglas 17 may 2021;25 may 2021