the Blue Fairy with her wand touches all the
wooden toys in sight and
they coo with delight
we are alive
and wink and blink and spin their colours
till they are out of sight on the way to
Happiness Castle, long may it last..
but I among them sit in the roadway still
still fasting, weak and unbendable
and cry where is my alibi; I have none.
nor bread. nor anywhere to run
so beaten and so tried.
and, azure as she was,
and glittering, notwithstanding I-
I cannot fly.
mary angela douglas 11 january 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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