the mermaid predictions, the future of snow
is this my future thought the smallest one
a pearl dissolving only on the surface of the
seas.
I have left everything and still, I am alone...
Hans Anderson dipped his pen in the foam
and thought of the future of snow.
how does it feel to melt not knowing
if anyone remembers
the fireworks over the castle
the whole of Denmark dancing.
am I the future of snow the poet mourned
and tempered her future.
she will glide on light into the chambers
of good children.
and that, forever
mary angela douglas 18 february 2014
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