I'm the one with the ruby slippers
I whispered to myself
in a scene of great
distress
in a dream it all came back to me:
the captive feeling in the unfeeling
castle
and the witch
green as new grass
sprung up again
I'm the one with the ruby slippers;
I'm not the one that melts
I muttered to myself again
under the witch's witchng stare:
fire cannot quench
nor water burn
the singular heart annointed
in this.
or any other nightmare
mary angela douglas 16 may 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem