Some Summer

we'll go spend every pirate coin at the carnival

and then come home to tea

with little pink cakes

how would that be

we spoke to the empty cupboards for her sake

willing them to become

suddenly magical, all twinkly

and fling themselves open to reveal

pink cakes and more

apple core Baltimore

jingle bell time

and one shaded moment

for the wild violet surmise

we feel, while on appeal.

oh close the screen door

cause they all want to be

the one and the only

queen of the white honey

they only come to steal

and the causeways brimming

with gipsies...can't you just feel it...

or skate on moonlight, plum dusted

who is there to stop you

in the carport

at least in dreams with their bicycle bells

and the evening in violet seams

comes down

it all comes down

in blue taffeta.

still needing to be hemmed

said Grandmother, magical Grandmother.

her mouth all full of pins.

mary angela douglas 12 june 2019