A KALEIDOSCOPE STORY
When through the rose screen, the violet
And the green shifting of glass
Through our toy kaleidoscopes
The colours of wonder passed
It seemed to us that life was made
Of peacock colours, shining
And the surpassing
Amethyst turned onto an olive road
While ink blue sifted into lemon groves
And bouquets infinite tipped with rose buds
Made us gasp
It is so beautiful we breathed
Wanting to visit that country forever
And we shook the instruments and
Wondered oh really
Is there Christmas inside
There must be or suddenly blooming angels
Never since then has vision
Been the same
Even in the time of the indigo rains
When life spilled over with its sadness
And very near drowned us
One moment with those shifting panes
Of stained glass correlations
Those crystalline fountainings
Can shake us still
With happy tears
opening the mysterious
The fragile peephole
Into all glory.
mary angela douglas 19 march 2024
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