Sunday, October 13, 2013
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