Wednesday, April 20, 2016

I Wept For The Many-Storied House

I wept for the many-storied house, the
castle we always wanted to go with
the pink candled cake;though it

would have been a bear to wrap.

where was it, after long years and
no more birthday lists required?
I will make it myself, I said in

my dream and began the long task.
and now I have parqueted the floors
and set the turrets ablaze with the

afterparty fireworks and embedded
a thousand gems in the palace walls;
and o! dear Lord

where are the former inhabitants
that I loved then, receding in the afterglow
of all my childhood wonderings

who cannot come back for The Grand Opening
the penants breezy in the alley ways
because you have not willed it so?

mary angela douglas 20 april 2016