On The Princess Aurora, Certain Lies Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how can roses bloom in a thicket of lies
the townspeople never asked
the ones who kept her legend alive,

the Princess Aurora.
sleep where there is no dawn
but empires poorly run

the evil fairy screamed.

dream, though the world
seems a nightmare.
this small children knew

and they grew up
to know it even more.
and closed their ears in school

when errant teachers droned
dream is an insubstantial verb,
what can you do when every word's ill spun

that's bright and winged and wants to sing
is shot down; then the fogs roll in
and misanthropes hold sway

who think they own the day
and put the Sun in chains.
and tell you how to

rearrange the furniture of your Soul.
I don't care how many naysayers say
the truth is not the truth

I'll never swallow it whole.

the rose still bloomed in a thicket of lies
more roses, besides
and truth, real truth

can never be undermined.

mary angela douglas 3 october 2018