It's the Fairy Queen Out Of Sight In Pale Pink Satin

it's the Fairy Queen out of sight in pale pink satin

you want to catch a glimpse of through the trees.

and the harp glissandos, and you almost

think you can:

digging for deeper rose

near your castle of sand.

you want to see the pearl

of her custom-made slippers that shines that shines

on the underside of dreams and you almost

think you can- but then it's just

things in this summer's sunlight

butterfly gilded, wounding sheen

too near at hand so you drink your orangeade.

oh why won't she glide (you know she can)

on a glittering river that winds and winds

through a cherry bright landscape 

laddered down below-

plainly you saw from a backyard windowed tree-

last Saturday-

the fairy petaled snows

mary angela douglas 5 march 2014