Saturday, January 18, 2014

It Snowed In My Dream The Princess Said

it snowed in my dream the princess said
to no one at breakfast
in a boysenberry light
and buttered her bread.

the courtyard filled with crystal on crystal

soundlessly.
a pause in music, you know and
not a rest

dressed in pure silver

fleece downwind of certain stars
and I in a blue spring shawl
a rose trimmed skirt

in a landscape of parfait colours
began to say
to no one at all it's winter here

but it isn't cold at all

sing it from the high sweet towers

mary angela douglas 19 january 2014