Wednesday, February 05, 2014
Leading The Children Home Through A Blue Washed Twilight
leading the children home through a blue washed twilight
I wished that I could be
their fairy godmother at the very least perhaps
the founder of the feast.
as it is written.
it was lily painted on the moonlight, covers
of a book I used to know that
wishing was a possible thing
the only career I ever wanted.
so God, too, when he tipped the roses
melon coloured, baby pink in dew
must have realized how it would feel
because he wished it so
the first time we breathed roses
all by ourselves
when the world was spanking new
mary angela douglas 5 february 2014