Sunday, November 08, 2015

Fall Into Books

[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

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