Transcribing These Doll Languages Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[Thumbelina's Song]

transcribing these doll languages
I found a little freedom:
one I could fit inside a thimble;

one I could easily thread
through a sliver of moonlight
leaving a few scraps for the dog.

oh when you are weary how good it is
to be small, having no cramped
handwriting.at all.

and no one wants to know where you are:
since you are insignificant as atoms, atomies
star fluff. how would they hold you?

how little you will need
in life: a violet's shade in summer;
a winter ant's igloo.

sleep as a pebble on their shore.
it's grand to be ignored
where waves are living.

and there's a scarlet thread of meaning
meant for you, you know it
each break of day

when the wind puffs
one rose petal
just your way.

mary angela douglas 28 september 2014