the ruby slippered days we've
counted off one by one to
the rockets gleaming
and the popsicle banded tricolor
floats grand standed ice creamed handed round
look we are still the same
even while stranded sans our party frocks
at the castle gates they've locked
through the looking glass beveled edge
we pirouette and wait even while
old chandeliers cast crystal tears
for what is fixed immutable
what can no longer sing.
oh let the coloured fountains weep
for the Christmases that sleep
I will bring sprigs of holly
evergreen secrets to the forest pools
and see the reflections that we used to...
princesses in disguise reprise
let the dimpled waters sing
bring light refreshments
for the journey is long
in the rose velvet cape
let the basket fill
with its sugar lumps, pats of butter
the jams of a thousand thousand berries
and the fresh caught cod.
we'll still make merry
on the jeweled road home to God.
mary angela douglas 25 march 2017