I'M THE ONE WITH THE RUBY SLIPPERS

I'm the one with the ruby slippers
I whispered to myself
in a scene of great

distress

in a dream it all came back to me
the captive feeling in the unfeeling
castle

and the witch
green as new grass
sprung up again

I'm the one with the ruby slippers
I'm not the one that melts
I muttered to myself again
under the witch's witching stare:

fire cannot quench
nor water burn
the singular heart anointed

in this.
or any other nightmare.

mary angela douglas 16 may 2008