for Ilya Kabakov and set to invisible music
I want to go up
into the painted clouds someday
on this very staircase, this sculpted wooden staircase
maybe out of plywood, kind of a fancy staircase
being spiral. gyroscopic in a non technicolour way
that just stops short of the taller angels
bending down to scoop us all from earth
and the painted clouds not yet indicated
on the drawings for the unfinished installation
will greatly resemble the garishly tinted postcards
I cherished so much in my mama's childhood scrapbook.
I know you didnt write that for me that spiral sonata
or passersby at the museum although you hoped they'd like it
that staircase.Im just an outer vision
at the ringside.
visitress from a doll sized planet;
nothing geopolitical.
it had to have been for Emilia your Juliet
on the unfinished set of dreams
particularly, most your own
some balcony scene with the balcony implied;
the snowdrop flowers.
everything else was.
the staircase so promising
yet it has nothing but a landing that stops short
as I repeat myself in music of my own devising
and the song breaks off,and is bracketed
on the mystical landing
where the curlicue angels shepherd the wood shavings;
where you both join hands
to fly off into the ballets
she should have perhaps painted gold
in a kind of rococo mode
where you may be
at peace
among the unfinished clouds.
Raphael's angels.
mary angela douglas 7 july 2023;
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