As If It Were Christmas Flowering Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

she loved the word crimson as if it were
Christmas flowering, the colour of carols;
lavishly bells from

crepe paper rafters ringing
in honeycombed laughter
with rustling as ringing;

crimson, she was singing

let it be made of taffeta,
a favorite dress and
beaded with little stars;

crimson, a rose garden gown;

a lost thing found; the sound a sparkle
makes on a country way to town
with town full of unceasing presents

like a Saturday in December;
the home that you remember

and pomegranates and cherries
and the resounding: cerisely cherishing-
all other evidence to the contrary-

a language of sheer Joy

mary angela douglas 30 decenber 2015