fairy tale borders I painted on the walls
I printed in the halls
the coat closets in the apartment of my dreams
where on the patio
birds would come to my hand, if only
for the stenciled cherries.
and I am the tuning fork of
the prismed clouds I kept to myself.
while outloud outloud the fervid chanters chanted
in the village square
near the garish fruit stands.
whilest we laid low my soul and I
where the ice breaks apart
revealing the glaced violets
speaking our rainbowed part, the past
a little offstage; the houselights
dimmed with starlight sleeping
and everything prayed in colours.
mary angela douglas 22 january 2016
I printed in the halls
the coat closets in the apartment of my dreams
where on the patio
birds would come to my hand, if only
for the stenciled cherries.
and I am the tuning fork of
the prismed clouds I kept to myself.
while outloud outloud the fervid chanters chanted
in the village square
near the garish fruit stands.
whilest we laid low my soul and I
where the ice breaks apart
revealing the glaced violets
speaking our rainbowed part, the past
a little offstage; the houselights
dimmed with starlight sleeping
and everything prayed in colours.
mary angela douglas 22 january 2016
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