What Was Left Out Of The Story (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

and if the dress is made of light
and sewn with a thousand thousand crystals
of Scheherazade's and suitable for the promenade
with a soft pink velvet bolero jacket
resembling a rose;
soft as snows, the slippers to match
will the fogs disperse over my heart
all in the name of Art
will the lark, again sing
trembling in sapphires;
shall I aspire to higher things
or sit in a corner with a lemon ice
you are too nice her godmother said
too preoccupied with the effects
leave all the rest to me
quite presently
you will pay for it all in tears.
but they will melt away.

mary angela douglas 22 january 2022; 21 march 2023