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