Mary Angela Douglas
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
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Backstory Breakfast For 'The Emperor's New Clothes'
to my Grandmother
the peacock visions preen: sheer emerald,
turquise, gold paint dribbled dream
down the chins of the boo-less
(don't eat so slow, dear)
with a thousand eyes blinking
losing the contest
if you'll stare hard enough, long enough
piercing through the sheen.
so the child at her oatmeal heard
her Grandmother; pouring the cream
like a lake into the bowl lit with
islands of pure marigold butter.
-study hard to know the angel music
beginning with the first measure
she twirled the piano stool that afternoon
to William Blake
I saw you walking
the hills of green,
angels on either side of you, conversing
and cherry-bought bells resounding.
in the dove-sought skies such flame-tinged