Mary Angela Douglas Poems

lost world returning to us, again

with the severed pasts delved into:
God's diamond hoard has been revealed
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where larkspur have the purple winds gathered
I asked the flowers in the picture book.
I asked the flowers.
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like candied fruit in the nougat,
words on holiday shine;
shifting their coloured sands
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I saw the amazing skies with their very own water colours
shine and I felt the shine inside of them the pearl decked clouds
the feeling of music in me
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splitting the difference between the blue green, green-blue crayons
we were paid in lemon drops, strawberry skies.
the pale pink dress for the recital.
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[to poetry when it was called poesy (and was rosy) or:
some posies for poesy]

how they have forgotten your orchid words
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pink peppermint ice cream
my favorite poem among the ice creams
candied cream pink of the infinitessimal
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oops! I fell down the rabbit hole
in my poem
Hello Alice, lovely dress the
perfect shade of blue I
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etched through layers of rose
leaf on leaf briefly stenciled
the child in bright lemon
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[to Fanny Brawne and to John Keats...]

it's in the garden or it's in my heart,
his nightingale singing in the mulberry tree;
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