A Blue Sun Painted On A Large Piece Of Paper

a blue sun painted on a large piece of paper

surprised itself in mirrors, starting to melt

oh don't be candles sighed the child

afraid of asking for more paper-

it's no one's birthday yet-

but it was. the blue sun thought.

I've just appeared and what is shining

for

the blue sun shone, a little uncertainly at first,

colouring the blue waters bluer, if it were possible,

in the small pools where the babies waded;

making them stand still in the purple ripples

fingers in their cherry mouths,

lost in the blueness.

your first daydream!

cried their mothers.

on cue, the babies found first words:

blue sun! they cried lifting their hands as if to

be picked up by deep turquoise, dripping,

shy before hyacinths-

in the early spring

mary angela douglas 19 june 2014