Thursday, November 07, 2013
Angel, Tin Drum, How Far We Have Come
angel, tin drum, how far we have come
from the ornaments stored in the attic.
let us make necklaces from the stars
for the Tree-
that they may cry out when we are older:
remember your former cranberry gladness
and the angel abra's whirl
and the golden sesame of your dreams:
the Nutcracker King in the kingdom of rats victorious:
at last, surrounded by sweets- and dressed in pink, green or yellow, the
dollies, fuller than full of Turkey-pretend, their perfect
petticoats' satin eyelet matching
of the multicoloured twinkling of
your heart after school whole weeks before
and afterwards, our candy-cane
school dismissal parties, one or two
cookies trapped under colored sugar
they won't get away
when angels ring from the
tinsel temporary rafters-
the rose red crepe paper bells:
declaring, little homework, now
for two holly and the ivy
angel, tin drum.
do not depart from me later on
when it's always January
and no one believes me but God
and snow is slush and no thing
whatsoever is glaced
on my cafeteria tray.
how I should miss you,
if you raveled!
I will hide you in my pocket
lined with red and green
in the cherry cough drop New Year
while the lessons drone on:
you're a glimmering thread
held onto tight when the Tree's
at the curb; right
down to the fantastic Holiday
taffeta sheen and crackling of my Soul-
my green velveteen flats...
this is not the end of that.
and blindingly festive, perpetually
we will adore o, ballet dance and sing
my angel, my tin drum
pa rum pa pum pum...
mary angela douglas 18 november 2013