the skies are painted over: eggshell blue
why can't the angels make up their minds
or setlle on ecru with a tinge of tangerine?
you've no idea how many layers of variegated,
green leafed
figured wallpaper they have used;how many sistines;
over aeons I mean, or in glorious lipstick shades
or over the last, graced moments of any given day
glazed over with frost (the crystal quandries considered)
bringing out all the hues before they disappear into lost evenings.and silverpoint forever.
I'll take the rose they say, in my diminishing year
and to the Lord but wistfully,
do You carry the same cloud
only, in fuschia? but never,
who's in charge of this dress shop, anyway?
of couse they know, sorting the laces;
preferring the Alencon.
oh, we'll take some in snow, pastels! say the younger ones,
their halos askew. while their older cousins want the
stained glass, broken parts and scattered views
soft focus through a child's keen,
momentary tear;
that way they get to use up
all the crayons, fingerpainting the stars, and
innermost,the orbits of the heart
out christening Christmas.in poinsettia,
silver bows
above our yards.
mary angela douglas 29 may 2018
why can't the angels make up their minds
or setlle on ecru with a tinge of tangerine?
you've no idea how many layers of variegated,
green leafed
figured wallpaper they have used;how many sistines;
over aeons I mean, or in glorious lipstick shades
or over the last, graced moments of any given day
glazed over with frost (the crystal quandries considered)
bringing out all the hues before they disappear into lost evenings.and silverpoint forever.
I'll take the rose they say, in my diminishing year
and to the Lord but wistfully,
do You carry the same cloud
only, in fuschia? but never,
who's in charge of this dress shop, anyway?
of couse they know, sorting the laces;
preferring the Alencon.
oh, we'll take some in snow, pastels! say the younger ones,
their halos askew. while their older cousins want the
stained glass, broken parts and scattered views
soft focus through a child's keen,
momentary tear;
that way they get to use up
all the crayons, fingerpainting the stars, and
innermost,the orbits of the heart
out christening Christmas.in poinsettia,
silver bows
above our yards.
mary angela douglas 29 may 2018
