In Apricot Finery I Would Go Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

In apricot finery I would go
With a pelisse made out of snow
With aqua accents in old books
And illustrate the printer's trade
The antique stalls with vast array
The place where I went yesterday
That vanished when I went today
Nostalgia has its price to pay
Say those who know imperiously
Who have no memories of tree
Or leaf or bough somehow
How can I trust them, let them
Tell me what to say.
The copper shine of pennies glow
And iridescent is the snow
And all the effects of Light are new
Yet they are old as well
From a certain manner of speaking.
Down the long aisle of Night's parade
Comes the bride in milky white
Oh milky way
shine on my insteps all through May
and I all dressed in apricot finery;
The soul keeps time a different way.
In its own métier
mary angela douglas 18 may 2024