maybe I'll be a choclatier-puppetier
an interrupter of dastardly schemes
not a scream queen, not the whipped cream
on the strawberries, nor chicken fricasse
I want to be regal, not a recipe
much less a casserole
don't want to play a role
nor make a scene ah be
a prima ballerina or heard not seen, with
no rustic cavalier getting by from year to year
self indulgently; don't wanna go to sea
don't wanna turn a key, I wanna be free
but not free from God
Jill with the magic beans but keeping the cow
I've grown fond of her somehow
I want to believe in magic but never once
stop traffic
don't want to wear an onyx or get crooked by phonics
but to live in a cottage and eat my pottage and
dream my dream and leave the rest of the stone soup
flimflams alone
I just want to be HOME.
mary angela douglas 31 january 2022; 20 march 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem