shaking out hidden embroideries
on the run in slippers of the ghazal
she stumbles almost to fall
at the city's gate of pitch
becoming pearl
fled into moonlight
none to explain her spectre
turn the page ivoried with age
or tea stained as was the rage back then
and on parchment as by order of the king
explain to the children why o why
who made the holes in the sky
where once there were stars.
mary angela douglas 30 october 2022
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