CAROUSEL REDUX
It shouldn’t be so hard to describe
The horses painted in oil spill colours
The gravity of getting on in the first place
It is always twilight in the dream
Attending angels with the low flying clouds
And spinning around makes me want
To go back home
but carousels are incapable of transport
my lavender steed cant detach itself from the mechanism
And become a children’s birthday party
Pony,a derby winner wreathed with roses
Useless to be riding painted ponies
Through the painted desert this time of year
I want to get off the carousel
But it is complicated
I have paid the fare
due diligence is expected.
the ghost conductors have gone home
With extra cotton candy for their children
And I am here in painted tears
Rehearsing all the carnival years
as the ponies look dangerous
And fearful simultaneously
Of my centrifugal heart
Their bright colours do them no good
Their bridles painted with wildflowers
And in my dream I know that they know
That the kettledrum thunder coming out of the sky
Was only just preliminary.
o they cannot bolt and go.
This is a dream of vertigo
But after awhile
I will wake up to birdsong
The stability of trees
Rising from the ground in green profusion
Turning their underside silver leafed wonder
while I'm
Thanking God I am home again at last
And spooning from a delft bowl of cream
the wild strawberries for breakfast.
mary angela douglas 29 may 2024
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