Dialogue with the Queen by Jan Moran Neil
Last night I dreamt the Queen said to me,
“Oh Janet, weren’t you in the crowd at Jubilee
in … nineteen seventy seven?
Wasn’t it that little town in Devon?”
“Falmouth,” I replied.
“Ah yes, and in nineteen eighty two
at Regent’s Park, we remember asking you -
‘how has been the weather?’”
I said,“I replied to you, ‘not bad’ but I lied.
In fact the weather could not have been wetter.”
“Janet,” said she,
“you were the invisible voice of Puck’s fairy.
This, I believe, is what you have always been …
A little one doing good deeds unseen,
It’s always so nice to see you
and we are always so interested too
to know how you are in particular.
And so is the Duke of Edinburgh.”
This is called ‘illusions of grandeur’.
First published in ‘Serving Bluebird Pie’ – available from Jan.
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