A Rhinestone Covered Castle In The Evening Snows

a rhinestone covered castle in the evening snow
is the epitome of sparkliness thought the little girl
in her velvet Christmas snood, with her

big vocabulary. she was skating on the estuary
later that day when the snow fairy dropped in
just to say what is it you are wishing;

I know you're not here fishing
when it's this glazed.
I want a rhinestone covered castle;

it would be sublime, the little girl rhymed
or I am rhyming for her being that kind
and besides, it is Christmas at least in

this poem. 'Tis a harsh thing, said the
Irish fairy masquerading as the snow one
and more than a little wary (weary)-

to be asked to replicate something, dearie, (actually
the fairy didn't say replicate but now the little girl
is resuming the thread of the narrative)-

and it's a little late
to replicate something that effete just as it's
beginning to sleet...

so the little girl took pity on the fairy
with her working the two jobs and all
and just said, skip over the mall then, Poll. I just want

a rhinestone encrusted
oxford english dictionary
but not the abridgement

and miraculously indeed
the Irish snow fairy knew just what she meant
and here we pause with an elision because

this poem is indubitably done-
(she meant, an ellipsis and that is what this is...)
so don't be aghast and

Merry Christmas!

mary angela douglas 28 august 2015