little red bells in the afternoons
home from school
the snow glaze of the air
could we fall through the glaze
into an etching of Currier and Ives
all lemon and violet in the skies
strange freedom everywhere
and the bustling, the gift wrap sessions
like a kind of music
we were fond of then
when we passed choclate cherries round
the cordial kind and cordially.
little green bells in the afternoon a little later
tissue sprinkled with multicoloured stars,
the little ones, I will wrap in several layers
as it they were brides, my presents
always books or candy, ocasionally the looking
glass set in porcelain with English roses painted on
to look so brilliant on the dresser.
as if for a stage play
blue bells and it's colder now
we want since it is warm inside
to touch our checks to the frosted glass
gold bells and the candles lit
and it's a December evening now
why does the lamplight stream rose gold
into our suburban living room
when my sister plays a Christmas tune
on the grand piano by tomorrow noon
we'll feel the dwindling, start to worry about school
in January
why do the days spin fast in their towers of dreaming why
I asked too long ago for you to know
and I'm still wondering,under the very same Star...
maryangela douglas 10 may 2018
home from school
the snow glaze of the air
could we fall through the glaze
into an etching of Currier and Ives
all lemon and violet in the skies
strange freedom everywhere
and the bustling, the gift wrap sessions
like a kind of music
we were fond of then
when we passed choclate cherries round
the cordial kind and cordially.
little green bells in the afternoon a little later
tissue sprinkled with multicoloured stars,
the little ones, I will wrap in several layers
as it they were brides, my presents
always books or candy, ocasionally the looking
glass set in porcelain with English roses painted on
to look so brilliant on the dresser.
as if for a stage play
blue bells and it's colder now
we want since it is warm inside
to touch our checks to the frosted glass
gold bells and the candles lit
and it's a December evening now
why does the lamplight stream rose gold
into our suburban living room
when my sister plays a Christmas tune
on the grand piano by tomorrow noon
we'll feel the dwindling, start to worry about school
in January
why do the days spin fast in their towers of dreaming why
I asked too long ago for you to know
and I'm still wondering,under the very same Star...
maryangela douglas 10 may 2018
