Slipper Song With A Matching Dress Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the soul in her simple dress was so happy.
do you remember?
the one with summer pockets;

the danceable one that whirled convincingly
like something cloudy, clouded, clouding.
but now the last leaves on the trees can't bear to

leave the already mourning branches and
it's been hard to say anything new to no one.
still, threadbare, the fairytale slippers will last

with care,
somewhat longer than you expected

from the first:
fresh from the glimmering Godmother,
'sugar pink ballet leather.'

mary angela douglas 20 july 2014