Thursday, May 05, 2016

Imbibing The Pink Of The Day

we were drinking in: the pink of the day
(this was more refreshing than you can imagine)
with tiny rosebuds embroidered on our skirts

a faraway look on our faces.
it's peonies breaking through the mists
it's the outrageous colours

like suns in their own right soon
and this is our delight
to color it all in

after the fact or before
like the dream of what she wore
before it ever came to pass,

said Cinderella to the cracked looking glass in the garret
as if it were all, either way you spell it
or whatever the book was about:

a rose leafed jam

spooned out

mary angela douglas 5 may 2016