[to Roald Dahl]
fall into books as into a mirror:
the one near at hand.
as into snow drifts
in Christmas land.
as into green waters
with summer dappled
and on either hand:
one shore is golden,
the other, contraband.
but you, you in the middle
like the jam in the doughnut;
like the apricot center
in a strange candy;
they won't find till later
like the honey bun
in a corner cupboard
when they're low on funds.
mary angela douglas 8 november 2015
fall into books as into a mirror:
the one near at hand.
as into snow drifts
in Christmas land.
as into green waters
with summer dappled
and on either hand:
one shore is golden,
the other, contraband.
but you, you in the middle
like the jam in the doughnut;
like the apricot center
in a strange candy;
they won't find till later
like the honey bun
in a corner cupboard
when they're low on funds.
mary angela douglas 8 november 2015
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