Aladdin Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

suddenly will it flare up in the story book

in a cloud of fuchsia smoke

the lost lamp's answer and its antidote



the last words beryl and beckoning

life is long without wishes;

will he wait



not that far from the caves

though he thinks there's still a long way

to go



through centuries.

sand blows in his eyes

he thinks it is stars



its just the way you are I think

the way you would be

even if you were lost at sea



mary angela douglas 23 september 2019