oh for the taste of red gold, the violet of the plums
as in first summers the yellow and
the green spectrums, colours, wavering
rainbows as they run gold dimmed down the chins;
chilled iced tang of popsicles
or the slow noon's dish of berries, pears; of apples
in the wooden fruit bowl, the banana yellow curving over it
like a daylit moon, a quarter-one paired with the
cheering oranges, tangerines, tangelos, what do you know
it's nectarine singing a solo blushing like sunsets
behind familiar trees
it's lemon please the candy that's honeysucked-
sucked slowly, milk malted or the
raspberry chews; the candy roll palette you choose to
carry in your pocket as sweet against the sour world
and you understand in this, your fairy tale hour
in this world cherry equals red and lime the green
the sweet equations seem as if they could be
no other way and how clear it all is like pineapple yellows
translucent jellos generously whipped creamed
that you must run when the ice cream bells
summon like Christmas chimes in deep
midsummer with Grandfather's dime and
will it be fudgesicle this time, or the blueberry?
thin crusts of chocolate over the ice cream bars?
and pale pink spells flecked strawberry ice cream scooped
(or else cake roses duly noted)
and it all spells birthday, birthday it's your birthday
the sticky angels sing
forever from now on and you may dress in flower colours;
you may in every day weather the May queens sing
because you know, you love these things!
mary angela douglas 10 july 2015;10 march 2016
as in first summers the yellow and
the green spectrums, colours, wavering
rainbows as they run gold dimmed down the chins;
chilled iced tang of popsicles
or the slow noon's dish of berries, pears; of apples
in the wooden fruit bowl, the banana yellow curving over it
like a daylit moon, a quarter-one paired with the
cheering oranges, tangerines, tangelos, what do you know
it's nectarine singing a solo blushing like sunsets
behind familiar trees
it's lemon please the candy that's honeysucked-
sucked slowly, milk malted or the
raspberry chews; the candy roll palette you choose to
carry in your pocket as sweet against the sour world
and you understand in this, your fairy tale hour
in this world cherry equals red and lime the green
the sweet equations seem as if they could be
no other way and how clear it all is like pineapple yellows
translucent jellos generously whipped creamed
that you must run when the ice cream bells
summon like Christmas chimes in deep
midsummer with Grandfather's dime and
will it be fudgesicle this time, or the blueberry?
thin crusts of chocolate over the ice cream bars?
and pale pink spells flecked strawberry ice cream scooped
(or else cake roses duly noted)
and it all spells birthday, birthday it's your birthday
the sticky angels sing
forever from now on and you may dress in flower colours;
you may in every day weather the May queens sing
because you know, you love these things!
mary angela douglas 10 july 2015;10 march 2016
