In The Kingdom Of Sweets Gone By

the cream of words that frothed the rim of

poetry gone by poured into the sleeping village overnight,

the one semi-circling the Christmas boughs,

the lowest ones with the last of the icicles flung and shining

unheard in the household the emerald lantern flashed and

clicked the train on its tracks, the ruby eyed

and the blue doves on the trees fluttering arise, arise

and the dolls woke up in their wrappings fluttering their

dolly lashes, the Florida oranges bursting into orangeade

in the kitchen, the steaming coffee made poured into the china cupswith the little  rosebuds and the large rolls

decked with cinnamon kingdoms iced themselves.

real blueberries in the muffins, this time just as the blueberries in the summer rhymes when you are counting clouds or stars or islands and fingering your necklaces of 

coral of the improvident jade

and have huckleberry pie for dinner followed by cold chicken

and a sudden picnic of pink cake under a pinker sky

raspberry lemonade at the party with the candycorn theme.

all Holidays are one sighed my sister and I telling our favorite story again, and should the Princess sprinkle the sugar

herself on the strawberries? 

rolled into a huge Snowball of fun

and flattening the dough with a  rainbow gemmed rolling

pin and the little dog laughed behind the rose divan

since that's where the Danish wedding cookies crumbled...

mary angela douglas 24 september 2014

Note on poem: I know it's eccentric but I wrote cupswith as one word to commemorate the fact that when learning to print letters and words I often smushed the words together because that's how the sentence sounded and because I didn't physically understand the space between the letters which were all made out of the same music until I asked a second grade friend how she did it and she said: I just put my thumb between one word and the next and that's the space I leave...

AND THE LITTLE DOG CHEWED ON THE LEFT MARGIN...