Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Sudden Illuminations

for my sister, Sharon...

perhaps in cherry velvet you would appear
a sudden illumination
practicing your Czereny as if it were Beethoven.

or in a room arranging the roses
asking again if your book report
on the paintings of Rosa Bonheur

was long enough yet.
we watched movies desultorily
on Saturday, the ones on T.V.

cooking up strawberry jello for dessert:
the historical ones with Errol Flynn
(resignedly)

when truly it seemed the costumes
were made of grade school felt.
and did all we could

to ignore the biology test on Monday,
memorizing the bones half heartedly.
I can't say that ever helped me

except that in the word tibula
we found a certain tintinnabulation
like Christmas glass bells.

nevermore

we thought going out the door
with our summer report cards
would we ever have to study that again

or the angel take off her hat
and fan herself
as our mother did

on the high school stage
in late May.
bringing down the house.

mary angela douglas 5 december 2017.