how would it be on the balcony
in the moonlight of some other
century's poetry
sometimes you wondered
in the glare of the early morning sun
adjusting the miniblinds
in your efficiency
apartment with the
books piled on the floor
with not much time before
your winter trek to the bus
or summer's humid hike with the
picnic ants lounging at home;
showing up through the floorboards
even when there's no picnic.
imagine it:
writing green verses
with a florid pen
Imagination's very best friend
or confidante I guess would be
the word
or playing the pianoforte
for the party
in the great salon
for patrons "richer than Croesus"
grandmother said
when we were little.
(who is Croesus we wondered)
come on,said someone practical
tapping a shoe inside your head:
let's get this
show on the road.
and you turn ruefully back
from reveries
to cold coffee and toast.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2016
in the moonlight of some other
century's poetry
sometimes you wondered
in the glare of the early morning sun
adjusting the miniblinds
in your efficiency
apartment with the
books piled on the floor
with not much time before
your winter trek to the bus
or summer's humid hike with the
picnic ants lounging at home;
showing up through the floorboards
even when there's no picnic.
imagine it:
writing green verses
with a florid pen
Imagination's very best friend
or confidante I guess would be
the word
or playing the pianoforte
for the party
in the great salon
for patrons "richer than Croesus"
grandmother said
when we were little.
(who is Croesus we wondered)
come on,said someone practical
tapping a shoe inside your head:
let's get this
show on the road.
and you turn ruefully back
from reveries
to cold coffee and toast.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2016
