mary douglas


Does Anyone Want Beautiful Poems Cried The Peddler - Poem by mary douglas

does anyone want beautiful poems cried the peddler
from his cart, a litte broken down.
just hold them up to the Light, he said in a winsome tone

you'll see.
I stepped out between the hyacinths
somewhat shyly.

oh sir. I'll have some
their colours flying that do not set
with the moon or sun.

and when the purple evening flung
almost over me, her last shadow entirely-
I was not sorry

for having done so.

mary angela douglas 29 july 2014


Comments about Does Anyone Want Beautiful Poems Cried The Peddler by mary douglas

  • Gold Star - 16,075 Points Mandolyn ... (7/29/2014 11:11:00 AM)

    i love this! it's better than a morning stretch! i love the use of peddler/hyacinths/winsome and purple evening flung-
    great poem. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014



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