The Menders

is it the tissue of dreams that is torn this time
they sighed on in sleep beyond the Pale
the pastel candle wax dripping down

the illusory cakes oh when you wake
let sugarplums fling their glaced wonder
replenishing the dream starved streets

behold behold
the golden shoelace
on the cracked stair and

newly cobbled the crystal shoe.
the blue ringed doves are cooing
for the rosy ringed returning

and the madrigal mended sun,

oh, shining penny splendid
on you, oh everyone

mary angela douglas 30 july 2015 rev. 9 june 2017