Sunday, December 03, 2017

The House You'll Live In When You Grow Old

in some mysterious cove, like Peter Pan
replete with paperback classics you'll complete
or made of marzipan, for sure

we certainly agreed on that point

pink as a rose new blown
all ribbon candied, coming up the walk
and spun sugar windows shone

we sighed when the moon came up
and we kept cozy by a butterscotch stove
through winter's long and snowed in

labyrinth content
and living on candy,
gingerbread cake

near a frozen ice cream lake
and having toffee with our coffee
odd mornings before

the sun becomes all lemon light and luscious
we'll save that for later, and the sky.
they'll be another one

bye and bye

mary angela douglas 3 december 2017