I heard a player
piano in the mists
that played the rose
red notes of Liszt
and preludes,
etudes, polonaises
firefly rich and
laden with the sunkist
children backyard
bright and
under the trees of
night
plucking the harps
of star, starlight...
peppermints and pure
delight;
how apricot
lightened seemed it then
to dream and plunk
the notes from the winds,
the ghostly streams,
the eddying of
the lemon leaves
falling fast and
flying free: I heard
these all
but who is it
hears me
mary angela douglas
16 september 2016
