Falling Into The Myth As Into Silver Water Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

falling into the myth as into silver water

I dreamed I could not drown a useless daughter

and everything sparkled



a wish to be found

and no one said

can you subtract this in your head



dividing the sentence as if it were

from the deli.

lunch crowds come and go.



this is what I know

there is no limit to wondering

reasons why



turning the stars wheels further back in time

to the dream towns when they were

looking for Christmas, the rose red rhyme



and all this time,

spurred on by the Star.



mary angela douglas 6 december 2019