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
(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
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