Sunday, July 22, 2018

My Last Testament To The Jewel Encrusted Skies

to my sister Sharon (again!)

we thought the skies in fairy tales were  jewel encrusted 
and should rain down sequins, crystals, the little pearls
diamonds, emeralds and sapphires squirrled away

by the pirates on a summery shipwrecked day, revealed:
let it all rain down we caused our doll queens to say,
the princesses too

even the ladies in waiting in their puzzling satin
dunce caps
down,down on a discouraged world

heaped up now in glitter in every shade
evading the giant Vacuums.
or at least we made our mark

leaving a trail of glitter on our Grandmother's carpet
in our paper crowns, our wands of faux stars. in pretend evening gowns
(the best kind)

seeking the ribboned candies in the yellow glass jar
that candy Grail on the living room maple table.

our roles in the secret plays we played unheralded,
but that's o.k.
our house the stage

and our backyard.

while the dog played the other parts
with a willing and a fluffy heart
and didn't mind as long as we played with her.

I still think glitter is as good as diamonds.

and rhinestones will do for a coronation or two
in any emergency. also rose taffeta rayon.
and we were the true, the original

glitterati.from the Kingdom of Crayon.
I think that too.
I really do.

mary angela douglas 22 july 2018