Falling Out Of The Picture Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I met so many of the knights errant

I thought of them that way

they would see honor in me and


always be my brothers.

but it didnt turn out that way.

this was a kind of blistering thing



to find out. To think you were woven into that fairy tale

to milk white bet on it as on a palfrey or moonlight

then suddenly to fall out of it



to fall out of that picture frame

in the same pink dress

and all your tears like diamonds.


into the mercies the lovingkindness

of only God.



mary angela douglas 10 april 2020