the sky was so thick with stars
it could have been star custard
someone remarked
when dessert was brought in,
reminiscing.
this is how I imagine my
kingdom in better days.
with pale green curtains
at the castle windows
sequined green breezes
lightly lifting them
and when you sighed
the trees breathed out
as if they knew your name.
once we had names.
and the names meant
who we are like rose
means rose rain means
rain
in my kingdom.
and I remember the sky
so thick with stars
it could have been star custard...
mary angela douglas 15 may 2015
