I see the black evening gown as a pure object
with the familiar delight of its off the shoulder rose
the rose being a true red, not a false one
and layers of black tulle
with their occasional sparkles sewn in
oh, are they jewels? we wonder with delight
like those sewn into the clouds when they break apart
like the light of small small stars in the evening
I think of the play by Maeterlinck
and this is the costume for night
Night in an allegory
with its exquisite red rose
we point it out in the picture
see? it's the same one
its puzzle pieces of little stars
oh purest of gowns
then, the costume of sheer poetry
nightfall and the blue dusk leaving us behind
at dreamland's dreamy edge
with the scent of violet cologne
when my mother bends down in the old novel
we made up for her
kissing us before she turns to go
leaving us with realms of Let's Pretend
to step silkenly
into a golden carriage.
the one we knew was coming for her
at the End.
mary angela douglas 19 september 2018
with the familiar delight of its off the shoulder rose
the rose being a true red, not a false one
and layers of black tulle
with their occasional sparkles sewn in
oh, are they jewels? we wonder with delight
like those sewn into the clouds when they break apart
like the light of small small stars in the evening
I think of the play by Maeterlinck
and this is the costume for night
Night in an allegory
with its exquisite red rose
we point it out in the picture
see? it's the same one
its puzzle pieces of little stars
oh purest of gowns
then, the costume of sheer poetry
nightfall and the blue dusk leaving us behind
at dreamland's dreamy edge
with the scent of violet cologne
when my mother bends down in the old novel
we made up for her
kissing us before she turns to go
leaving us with realms of Let's Pretend
to step silkenly
into a golden carriage.
the one we knew was coming for her
at the End.
mary angela douglas 19 september 2018
