Sunday, November 16, 2014
one wish left, the fairy tale breathed.
oh, to wear white velvet
perhaps, a full, full, skirt of it:
the bodice bright as snow
and opal beaded on the sleeves,
the cuffs only, the little collar.
to wear white velvet
and carefully, to carry the mists away,
the holly bouquet sprayed golden the day before
by my Grandfather.
patent slippers of the red red rose.
I want to wear white velvet, velvet velvet
to be clothed like moonlight
like the sugar snows
and fold on fold
luxuriant as light from a far star
with Christmas angels from the long ago-
kneeling on the silver ground
mary angela douglas 16 november 2014