Etagere

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