There Should Be Little Cakes For The Green Road

there should be little cakes for the green road

frosted pink the colour of april suns, the

colour of pinks (the flowers, I mean)

the ones I've never seen and we should go

before we're known by name and while

the stars remain in the skies

the dews are tipped with flame
tipping over into the mystical lane
as if God spilled His tea

(if His tea were made of diamonds someone said)

there should be lullabies through the green grass

blowing, clear water to see ourselves in

and berries near.

then we'll have bread and butter

till there isn't anymore.

dark bread, darker than darkest honey

and some to spare

for the others

on the green road

the one that leads home.

mary angela douglas 10 march 2015