The Story Behind The Story Keeps Unwinding Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the story behind the story keeps unwinding
still we cannot see
what's behind the trees behind the trees

behind the trees
is this the enchanted wood
or is this the doom you've been led to

by the offstage voices in the ballet
and are you dancing in your red shoes
farther away or is it will o' the wisp a

somewhere else, another place and time where
still you wander and try to find past
your pricked finger on the brier,

the spinning wheel, the heart's desire,
a sign of life to come
or are you the only only wandering here

and will true stillness ever appear to the heart disconsolate
I asked the falling snow but it just kept
dtifting...

mary angela douglas 23 april 2015; 17 march 2016