Riding Backwards On The Doll Train, Heading Home

riding backwards on the doll train, heading home,

I lift my hand for a moment in watery sunlight

waving like the Princesss Margaret did a long

time ago in a fairy tale newsreel.

will anyone notice these departures

from the real

as they like to call it.

it's not likely I laugh

and bribe the engineer

with candy leftover from Easter,

purple and orange.

does it taste like purple and orange

my sister asked dreamily

from the dream time I am 

no longer allowed to visit.

I don't know.

you try some.

and we traded baskets

the grass being the same sparkly green

on either side.

and imagined grand weddings

for the Bride doll

who looked at us mysteriously

forever with lilies in her hands.

mary angela douglas 23 march 2015

We Wrote In Coloured Chalks Formulas With No Solutions

we wrote in coloured chalks formulas with no solutions.

this was not allowed.

or scratched the moon's surface with a

lollipop swirling agate;

our marbles were confliscated.

also: jump ropes

dolls past their prime

the Bear with one eye left.

shoe button inventories

we were denied.

colouring books half done.

where will we find the Time
(to finish them) was said

once time's bright cherry boughs are stricken

and shaken by unseen winds?

but God- sympathizing with our plight

wrote to His heart's delight in

succulent cherry brushstrokes in the skies

and we were comforted.

mary angela douglas 23 march 2015