I Don't Have To Be Cinderella To Dream Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I don't have to be Cinderella to dream

that I am sitting by the pond near the willows

when the ripples come up to my feet and I am standing

awash in the pearl waters of my sleep

and happy in a way I cannot describe even if it's not

like fireworks over the castle

even if it's not the coach and four all in gold

the brocade gown glimmering in all the colours

God ever made if it's not so lemonade in the shade

still it's my dream. it's quiet there.

and a sky of rose sings over me as the larks go.



mary angela douglas 27 august 2020