Slipper Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Slipper

its cut is for glory
its opaline shine
its part of the story

like a tuning fork chime
you're taught to acede to it
make it your own

even to bleed for it
this far from home.
But something inside you

noting the hour
suddenly knows that its not in your power
to wear it in style

at the cost of your dreams
to be as it orders you
all that it seems

so the slipper comes off
as if telling you so
this is my dear what you're

destined to know
far better to walk with your feet unimpeded
than to buy at this price

a fake kingdom so deeded
then it's back to the ashes
and down with the sash

of the window that opened
the sorrow that gashed.

mary angela douglas 27 april 2020