A Golden Ball Slips Down The Well And... Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

a smattering of paint on a plain piece of paper
ballooning out like a jellyfish classroom mural
on butcher paper;

roses huge as skyscrapers on green mint posterboard

and circuses with the sun in the right hand corner,
these are the things we made
in the goldfish days before show and tell

where we were observed at our spelling
in the wishing well intermissions
of the play.

and you are the good fairy in red keds
on the auditorium stage
and so realistically she said,

don't cry Princesss, or she is gone
we don't know where
a lavender cloud on the dusky stair

and when will we where will we
ever find her

mary angela douglas 30 october 2015