God lets his diamond face shine through
those pinpricks in the sky we call the stars
her mother sighed or maybe it was the wind
through the night curtains
in the way back when of all whens
taken into account.
rummaging in the dresser drawers
we found the rhinestone tiara, the white gold braclets
plied ballerina in the jewel box turned with a key
while the grandmother slept music
and we learned the distance to the glass mountain
the golden apples rolling down again
and the knights disfigured making the
attempt no more so that old sideboard candles wept their wax
into the cornices of the moon.
and I have gathered the lilacs and the lilac blue
and the pinks wept the princess
and angels distilled her tears
and this went on for years
in ink understood and bound with ribbons
of the letters reserved and not sent back
we found in the attic of the marbled and the marled
and behind God's diamond back
in the beginning of sorrows.
mary angela douglas 16 march 2017;rev. 29 january 2018
those pinpricks in the sky we call the stars
her mother sighed or maybe it was the wind
through the night curtains
in the way back when of all whens
taken into account.
rummaging in the dresser drawers
we found the rhinestone tiara, the white gold braclets
plied ballerina in the jewel box turned with a key
while the grandmother slept music
and we learned the distance to the glass mountain
the golden apples rolling down again
and the knights disfigured making the
attempt no more so that old sideboard candles wept their wax
into the cornices of the moon.
and I have gathered the lilacs and the lilac blue
and the pinks wept the princess
and angels distilled her tears
and this went on for years
in ink understood and bound with ribbons
of the letters reserved and not sent back
we found in the attic of the marbled and the marled
and behind God's diamond back
in the beginning of sorrows.
mary angela douglas 16 march 2017;rev. 29 january 2018
