To Wake Up From This Poem-Dream

the dollhouse in my poem has isinglass windows.

I dont know what isinglass is. I just like the sound of it.

it sounds like winter, glazed over. or like a thin layer of crystal

over a panoramic Easter Egg, sugar egg and by design

inside I can see the tiny girl near the one rosebush

she is holding one pink rose

as though on the planet of St. Exupery

I will go in my poem to the museum of music boxes

that all still work. I will find the keys and wind them all at once so that all the tinny sweet songs are melting in the air together;

the fairies and their carillions!

then I will go through the side door into a courtyard

where everything is blooming at once

only in miniature;while I with my small watering can

water the gardens of Monet...the lilies of Rheims.

I like Alice will have to eat the side of the biscuit that makes you taller

or promise God ten thousand fanciful things

or say the word roseate endlessly

or turn myself into firefly gleams

to wake up from this poem-dream.

mary angela douglas 24 january 2021