In Hard Times, With Only The Dimestore Jewelry Left Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

could I sell my dimestore jewelry
down by the Spring?
at least I could wash my face

the Princess thought
who hadn't packed her mirrors.
what are mirrors when no

one recognizes you anyway
she had thought, at the last minute
taking only an extra summer jumper

a basket for berries, the
clip earrings.
someday there will be bread
she dreamed.

and that will seem
like a Wedding.

mary angela douglas 24 march 2015