THE SCREEN PLAY ABOUT THE APPLE ORCHARD

 

THE SCREEN PLAY ABOUT THE APPLE ORCHARD

How often drowsy, found in the clouds

The tinctures the berry stained wondering aloud

We were then as now now as then who asked the winds

How has God silk screened the wandering skies

or do the skies stay still

a kind of soft blue porcelain susceptible to

mother of pearl variations

how I wished to be ever in this train of thought

even while the spaghetti was cooking and

probably boiling over

but sauce mends everything, depending upon the ingredients

and imagination is worth it

I still think there should have been nightingales hidden in the pictures

As children we were tasked to find along with umbrellas,

Rampant oranges and the theatre of what you Will

We will find ourselves again in the apple orchards

Remote in time

Blinded by the golden delicious, the Winesap the pink lady galas

The innumerable

And a strange glow never before seen illuminates the scene

Where the inlaid clock chimes out of time, out of pearl bright time

And the blue gnats whine by the darker blue rivers of Lethe

But Death, but death

walks away with empty pockets.

mary angela douglas 9 september 2024