Dream Of Places They Cannot Inhabit... Poem by Minnie Gehrig

all these words,
dropped heavy
like rainfall
against the softly pliant skin of roses,

Loyalty stacked up
like crowns heavy and lilting,
upon the brows of
kings and queens

who sit bored n stoic
watching the muesings
of the wise fool

whose dancing
habitually steps n
and out of time with the
tunes of merry mucisians....

while the fairies laugh free
n merciless
n shake out dust upon the eyes of children
n feed them dreams of
places they cannot inhabit.