reconfiguring the history of song:
the bluebird caught, the dimestore ribbons streamed
in attic valentines the sheen of snow
from the opalescent post card, long ago,
the dollhouse vignettes
the mignonette in the garden
recalled
the arias strung like pearls
raindrop falling one by one
unstrung into the heart
that art
and our costume diamonds
delighting at playtime us,
the rhinestone thrilled
the whippoorwills in the backyard
trilling
my Grandfather called to his hand
on a green strand
the one we knew
where the heart comes shining through
in Disneyland
in the pink and blue castle
just over the ridge
we see in stereoscope
from our back steps
where even the dusk lit midges
shine like emeralds
mary angela douglas 18 july 2017
the bluebird caught, the dimestore ribbons streamed
in attic valentines the sheen of snow
from the opalescent post card, long ago,
the dollhouse vignettes
the mignonette in the garden
recalled
the arias strung like pearls
raindrop falling one by one
unstrung into the heart
that art
and our costume diamonds
delighting at playtime us,
the rhinestone thrilled
the whippoorwills in the backyard
trilling
my Grandfather called to his hand
on a green strand
the one we knew
where the heart comes shining through
in Disneyland
in the pink and blue castle
just over the ridge
we see in stereoscope
from our back steps
where even the dusk lit midges
shine like emeralds
mary angela douglas 18 july 2017
