The Playhouse Dreamed: The One With Tuliped Curtains

the tulips on cream curtains glow

in brilliant red, in purple, orange

convincing you you're in Holland

and perhaps you know Van Gogh

and are kind to him

and he paints in your backyard

which somehow is enormous.

and this is where the clouds stand still

in fantastic swirls of blue

the air vibrates around the poplars

longing for the entire spectrum

and the stars grow so huge

that Yellow drips from the moon.

you fix coffee for him and bread

with cheese, a little toasted.

he paints the pear trees as if

it were the last Spring

for the Universe.

as if the earth were his bride.

mary angela douglas 26 january 2015