Something Like A Star Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

what if we dreamed of the glass mountains

the golden apples rolling away

what if we left that Age forever;

would the Princess stay



stay in the middle of the story

where we had left her, on our own.

would she find in the beautiful chaos

something bright she still called home



something maybe like a star

guiding the Magi near to far

something rescuing at hand



far and away with the contraband

I have past purple, visions seen

past royal crown a brighter gleam



I see her wavering in the light

past all the victories, all the plights

with the goldenapples ripe somehow

I never ever disavowed.

mary angela douglas 2 november 2020