demitasse on random afternoons
quite richly she'll explain
though she has very few
and we, our eyes awash in tiny flowers
of the springtide hues
will feel it like a dream
our whole life through
as from the soul a floral feeling
attaches itself forever
that we become accustomed to;
to the china in the cabinet;
a feeling that will deepen into time
like the chime of a spoon
on demitasse
or the words, refreshments will be served...
from a cut glass bowl
with lime sherbet melting into it
on summer afternoons
or anytime, after school
when we have unexpected lessons
of delight of gemmy words
in the lights and the half lights
of home.
'
mary angela douglas 27 july 2016
