in the delft blue bowl shift out and come
with us cried her new companions
on the bluebird road. since everyone's
suddenly loquacious even the curtains.
she dimpled, yes!
and the cherry branches swayed without regret
but what they said you must imagine
as you imagine the day
was like a dream as all days
should be but if not then
we'll read Maeterlinck hour by rainy hour
and count the flowers in the meadows
of Night having slept
all their colours...
mary angela douglas 8 july 2015