Pierrot stand fast on the winds of glass
everything hurts you in the blast
Pierrot
wink at the sun and blink for the moon
everything's jangled in your tune
the moon in old gold braclets,
Pierrot, that glints
centuries pass and it's still the same
a valentine of sugar snow pain
lost oh lost in an antique frame
wait for the earth to turn round again
mazed in a maze bemusing the Muse
and eyes so sad they could melt the stars
can anyone tell you who you are,
filled to the brim with vague regret
offering to no one the white violets,
Pierrot
mary angela douglas 26 october 2022;18 february 2023
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