Mary Angela Douglas Poems

to A.E. Houseman and all the others…
"loveliest of trees, the cherry now…" (a.e. houseman)

and forever to the poets Oscar Williams, Gene Derwood and
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to Gabriel Faure

do they remember their rose names or do
they dream only in rose itself, no particular rose
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eating red velvet cake with premium icing
my guardian angel smiled stickily-
scooping fresh lilies from the clouds…
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in my cherry cadenzas
fleece shorn clouds traipse by
at the end of their summery measures:
a gold gummed star to light the way
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tearing the page with the rose on it
on the way home
she cried, I didn't mean to.
somewhere may we build
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dear brontosaurus on the planet Pluto
or somewhere with Ray Bradbury?
are you green plastic now or brown
or have they melted you down completely
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[partially inspired by the Peter Weir film, The Last Wave]

champagne coloured, for awhile, the clouds disperse;
a universe has set and still you are not sure
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time at the fairytale threshold cannot pass:
let the lime tree flower endlessly by
the little door or suddenly turn to snow who knows
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a simple solar system over the baby cradle swung
and flecked with laughter, glinting in the blue
of no clouds ever, diffused a prismed light on
Sundays in the afternoons and on the lemon floor.
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I wished for you a sugared almond vision;
wedding mints in pastel green and blue
and pink and yellow on occasion, too;
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