at the Great Feasts we were told
to make ourselves useful:
grinding cracker crumbs for the
mixing the berried vinagrettes for the green beans
snapping to attention.
checking the pink and the bakelite stove
for the little plain cakes for our supper.
in the fairytale castles
life is not what it seemed
and minus the icing
when we wrote on diamond slates
waiting for our bluegreen majorities.
carol it whichever way you can
on a green strand
near the hollyberries
and the soapflake snow whirling all around
but I remember when learning
was the glasslike hills
and the golden apples rolling down.
mary angela douglas 31 march 2016