Rainbow Picture For God's Refrigerator (On Manila Paper)

apricot, roseate, pale green as the sheen
of Your luna moth, or all berry stained,
or gleamed:

prepared for the parties in silver or gold lame...

May's flower girl shades; pristine! blue violets.
nectarines! oh pomegranate red with stars inside.
or white as in crystals,sugared or iced. or cream,

beloved clouds;
the seams of the bridal
oh please stay

or lollipop wiled, away!
all sweetness gone.
or like a sea then just be

indigo washed or pineapple lights
my rainbow, swirled:
over the flood of childhood tears

sustained
like a festival chord at the piano played
finally, with both hands

in pink linen recitals.

on pearl taffeta
days espied through mists or rain
(the colour of Where?)

the arc of inordinate beauty over the strand.
or the one with all the maypole ribbons
on Command:the last scarf of a departed Princess

I sighed with my crayon wands depicting a lost
continent's colours, semi-formal

streaming, dreaming, spectrum so
spectral becoming ever more vivid, there
some day may we be on the other side

of the hinting maze
where we no longer gaze momentarily
as through this too beautiful gauze

where You come and go
or melt from us as
pale as snow.

mary angela douglas 23 september 2015