blue light scatters, apart from the rose of day
my angels chime, unwilling to go away
outside the bell jar Time where snows drift
faultlesssly.and then we pray, my darling ones remembered.
I pick up the sticks of childhood on the plum stained way
and suck the honey from the honeysuckle; stay,
cries something in the cupboards made for me.
we will dress in lilac remembering those springs
with shoes to match with little straps
and the lemon drop sun shone on everyone then
when we were carried into Christmas
by those who loved us,
forever happy at the Matinees or
barely awake and dreaming it was Heaven,
the lawn done up in diamonds.
mary angela douglas 20 may 2018
my angels chime, unwilling to go away
outside the bell jar Time where snows drift
faultlesssly.and then we pray, my darling ones remembered.
I pick up the sticks of childhood on the plum stained way
and suck the honey from the honeysuckle; stay,
cries something in the cupboards made for me.
we will dress in lilac remembering those springs
with shoes to match with little straps
and the lemon drop sun shone on everyone then
when we were carried into Christmas
by those who loved us,
forever happy at the Matinees or
barely awake and dreaming it was Heaven,
the lawn done up in diamonds.
mary angela douglas 20 may 2018
