Hopeless

Even the golden daughter is hopeless

Despite her combination of grace and speed

Even the golden daughter even in braids is hopeless

Can this be what the world is looking for?

Even the golden daughter even in braids

Even at this time of night is hopeless

Bare legged but royal looking

Even smashing the window of the van is hopeless

But she’s hungry enough to accept that

As within the holy, charged doorway

She looks up at the dome light and says

We don’t even know where we’re going

Artwork:  The Golden Girl by Dod Procter (1892–1972)

The Ingram Collection of Modern British and Contemporary Art