(to my mother, very good at sudden stories)
the lacemakers have abandoned the city
I start with a phrase and snow at the lattices
dreaming of Isak Dinesens opulent stories
oh, Hans Andersen! by far.
can we make one too?
and a Christmas star?
it's DIY time in the households
the wicks are turned down low
as they always should be in a portrait of long ago
and the storms clouds airly approaching
should it rain flowers then?
is this a story about lace
a young person wonders
we continue, at Time's erratic pace
the lacemakers gone, the snow continues to swirl
making a lace of its own but a poor substitute
in this case
will the princess of pearl come to wind the clocks
when Denmark is no longer the world
how can I answer when I'm making tea
the winter lasts for 300 years
and we are still here
in the house with the golden apples in the window
our stock and trade
the fairy tales we just made up.
small dinners for the dolls of
crackers and cheese.
and cherry marmalades, you added.
please.
mary angela douglas 19 may 2023
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