I want a poem like a faberge egg
crack open the mystical shell
to find
lilies emerging from pink enamel;
carriages with spiny
golden wheels
this fairyland of minutiae
jewel upon jewel, a dream enclosed-
under a heaven brought down to scale
infinite snow forever turning in
the mind's own music
and no assassinations
mary angela douglas 8 july 2008
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