no, you never did
a voice chimed
but I knew the words coming out were all my own
and fleece lined in the wintertime
and sky blue if they wanted to
or otherwise, violet.
and something grows if left alone
into a lovely abalone
a rainbowed shell for a greater rainbow still
and I'll wait on my own shore then
in a dress of cream
in a fragrant wind
and think my own thoughts till the end
though no one pays me to.
mary angela douglas 3 july 2016