Eating Off Flower-Sprigged Dishes

eating off flower-sprigged dishes

my last crust of bread

(it may be, for awhile)

You  are the honey butter spread

on hill and vale.

and cherry are the Sunday bells

deep cherry is the sound

and this is music and I am glad

for the garnet globule of jam in the jam jar

the last  few pickle chips floating in brine.

who cares let's all wear cherry velvet in our minds

and lap the cream from the clouds You send 

it's more than manna to be this alive

enamoured of the cherry sounds

when the honey butter's spread this thickly round the town.

and words feel like the cherry-cheese center of the pastry 

of the world when You 

first dreamed it

mary angela douglas 13 october 2013