where we live on Tuesdays
is where we can't be found
in pink orchards of the Impressionists
where time is standing still
in sentimental sheet music
coloured in apricot and aqua on the cover
and singing in front of the coterie
with a corsage and a lavender dress
before the assembled guests
or the first on the snow covered lawn
communing with antique angels
and then we dream
in Florentine pigments
refreshing the aureoles
lest saints should wear out
their lapis lazuli
I love you truly the scratched photograph
record plays
and mignonette blooms suddenly
in an unfamiliar garden
posies, my Grandmother says
posies will not save the world
yet they are necessary.
mary angela douglas 25 october 2017
is where we can't be found
in pink orchards of the Impressionists
where time is standing still
in sentimental sheet music
coloured in apricot and aqua on the cover
and singing in front of the coterie
with a corsage and a lavender dress
before the assembled guests
or the first on the snow covered lawn
communing with antique angels
and then we dream
in Florentine pigments
refreshing the aureoles
lest saints should wear out
their lapis lazuli
I love you truly the scratched photograph
record plays
and mignonette blooms suddenly
in an unfamiliar garden
posies, my Grandmother says
posies will not save the world
yet they are necessary.
mary angela douglas 25 october 2017
