Summer Music, Fireworks Melting The Ice Creams

it's the colour of ice cream on the curb

our summer moonlight we've grown fond of

half in and out of a vanilla dream dreamed

the children.

it's lemon shading on a pale green pear

and luscious shadows everywhere

the little dog bit into something bright

that moved when he did.

oh it's a silver confusion happy again,

a rose instep dancing

it's no ambiguities murmured God's angels

of a story that knows no end sighed the

princess and whole nations sighed

in an ancient cinema

for the light in the flickering castle.

the fireworks flowering

overhead

mary angela douglas 3 july 2014