Tuesday, November 05, 2013
One Winter I Dreamed Of White Wicker Furniture
[for Katharine Hepburn (inspired by the biographies of Anne Edwards, A. Scott Berg, the photos of John Bryson and an actual dream).]
one winter I dreamed of white wicker furniture
for the world and an endless picnic.
what if it came true?
all the sandwiches renewed we've long
egg olive sandwiches, remember?
on toast, and a toothpick through the olive on top.
chicken salad of course, green grapes or red?
Katharine Hepburn said green,
without question, of course she did;
how else would she say it?
and pimento cheese, made from scratch
and wrapped in wax paper.
baked chicken, maybe fried
and potato salad in myriad variations:
and jam made out of stars
or the strawberry moon.
pink marbled cake or Lady Baltimore.
and maybe we're at Fenwick,
and maybe not says Katharine
firmly, spelled with an A
why can't they get it right
she groused to her biographer
and planted a sigh: keep off the
stars, respect your Queen. please, thank you
on her own planetary lawn that's
rife with Queen Anne's lace
mary angela douglas 5 november 2013