Sunday, February 08, 2015


its the dreamy mint green that intensifies
around the rose, violet pattern
of the demitasse bone china cups on the etagere;

of the demitasse bone china cups
perhaps they are rimmed in gold
or afternoon sunlight

for the child that can only stare
at a rose garden world represented this way:
as if the angels slept the dream of the roses

whispered Garcia-Lorca from somewhere
in Spanish en el jardin.
you know, the one where there are fountains

of rose perfume and a little room where
the angels dress for supper
of lightly toasted cheese and

chocolate afterwards.
and stories of princesses,
their collections on the etagere...

mary angela douglas 8 february 2015