Unwrapping The Paper Theatre Of The Mind

unwrapping the paper theatre of the mind

see the gold of stardust sifting past

the foiled huntsmen in the distance...

the backyard roses heaped up on the stage

let you know the end of something shines-

but you are too entranced to move

when no wind stirs the whirring pinwheels

and the dolls can't tear their marbly eyes away

from the cardboard angel flittering

in a tiny pink spotlight.

let the colored filters turn their

candied cellophane light,

rickety, on a

single crystal slipper-

though the paper candelabrum blaze

in medias res...

the razzle-dazzled mouse runs down

the semblance of a chime-

it's time to go.

and you can feel

faery music from the battlements

begin, this time, for real-

mary angela douglas 3 february 2011