the storybook of the day before
came in strange wrcappings
through a slit in the door
the storybook of the day before.
if I told you the endings, would you believe it,
could you believe it
conceive of a green that hasn't yet blossomed,
a rose coloured ring,
the wave on the shore and a something more
in the air, is it Christmas? the windfall
of sunning gold pears disturbed by a wind
that isn't there
in the game of let's pretend.
but it's you
that's biting into them my friend
chilled as the moon and with your spoon
you're digging into... but I won't go farther
than I'm allowed while wearing pastels
in an ice cream crowd
into the wood where the birds speak aloud
and the villagers merely sing
and the fairies bring you everything
mixed into a cordial the colour of cherries
that afterwards you may be always merry
and these are the hints going out the door
I'm sorry if you were hoping for more
from the storybook
of the day before...
mary angela douglas 19 february 2017
came in strange wrcappings
through a slit in the door
the storybook of the day before.
if I told you the endings, would you believe it,
could you believe it
conceive of a green that hasn't yet blossomed,
a rose coloured ring,
the wave on the shore and a something more
in the air, is it Christmas? the windfall
of sunning gold pears disturbed by a wind
that isn't there
in the game of let's pretend.
but it's you
that's biting into them my friend
chilled as the moon and with your spoon
you're digging into... but I won't go farther
than I'm allowed while wearing pastels
in an ice cream crowd
into the wood where the birds speak aloud
and the villagers merely sing
and the fairies bring you everything
mixed into a cordial the colour of cherries
that afterwards you may be always merry
and these are the hints going out the door
I'm sorry if you were hoping for more
from the storybook
of the day before...
mary angela douglas 19 february 2017
