The King Of Small Hearts Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I said hello to the king of small hearts

not thinking, he said later

what was I thinking


to address him in such a manner

he didn't like my chatter

but I wasn't chattering I said


I was dreaming aloud of lofty things, instead.

he shot always

the bird on the wing


not the bird at rest.

the bird on the wing is best

for a person like me


said he.just playing a part

to the hilt of a tilted sunrise.

such an artist.


such a marksman I thought

of the king of small hearts.


mary angela douglas 18 august 2018