Midsummer's dream

my green fairy i’m not ophelia/ i will stay an old maid it’s useless to place lady's bedstraw flowers under my pillow because whatever i would dream of…it won’t be him/ it won’t be my dear beloved country man/ my lord with entangled beard staring at the summer stars like a charmed beast…

 

what can i say?

the wheat is still tender i can feel its juicy inside between my teeth

women are still beautiful to me that means i am still

younger than that barren apple tree

it was a golden apple forbidden to be tasted

it was guarded by an army of ruby cross spiders so scary

for a little girl like me

 

oh my dear hamlet these are only stories/ even you were dead a long time ago and i/ who am i to know what murky waters will bear my crown above them?