Crushed Raspberries In A Sky Of Cream Last Saturday

crushed raspberries in a sky of cream
over the puffed pastry village
in a dream I ate desserts

galore and did not have to ask for more
and it was all holiday, holiday
strung from tree to tree

a glistening, candlelit scene:
the scent of bayberry, hollyberry. pine
I pined for.

this our Christmas glee
has come to stay I prayed
blowing out the candles on the  cake

frosted red and green
perfection of buttercream.  rosy
ice cream on the side

didn't hurt a bit, and something frothy to drink
tasting like pink should taste, I think-

have some posies, smiled my Grandmother
dressed in her red taffeta and her opera glasses
passing me a plateful, sugared over.

merry marzipan sang Mama.

then I woke up and had some shredded wheat
in a dimestore bowl.

mary angela douglas 5 october 2015