Thursday, May 18, 2017

I Dreamed There Was A Porcelain World

I dreamed there was a porcelain world
then someone slipped and took it with them
and we were all fragments of this world slipping too

as if we were bleeding light and scattered
not made whole and delicate delicate still
like shards of partial memories of a

porcelain world all pink as a shell
its sunrise and aquamarine its sea
and these are broken waves

we're counting in a fractured summer
one, two, three oh not in whole numbers
fractions we were of a former loveliness

and partially dreamed and dreaming
oh that the glass green seas would come over us
and wash us or someone someone wish us back

to what we used to be.

mary angela douglas 18 may 2017