It's End Of The World Cloud-Beautiful

it's end of the world cloud-beautiful
it's the angels you name in your sleep.
the moment you stood on a childhood stage

trying not to weep.

or at the birthday party, consoled with litle pink cakes.
and light begins to tremble through half remembered trees
the kaleidoscope turning, the dolls all appeased.

the toy piano and the music box bears - at their ease
when we were friends with the roses and chilled Bose pears;
the creak in the attic stairs when the Christmas ornaments came

down
oh thank you, Grandfather

and later,
crepe paper bells  and the sweet repartee.
we're sweeping the glass of the comets away

entranced with the mystery of a day
like party favours unraveling
when the charms spill out

all around you.

mary angela douglas 3,5 april 2018