Blue Words Were Spoken From A Golden Book Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

blue words were spoken from a golden book:
aqua blue, colour of summers, or aqua green
(mystic, the colour of repainted bookshelves

in the living room ;)
pure gold of the honeycomb dream that
graced our summer table, peach ice cream

and constellations with improbable names,
zinnia bold-
in daylight invisible. you said they were

still there.
star forms. color forms. the jigsaw names
I remember, tar papered, the little room we

played was a playhouse and it's rick-rack curtains,
stored antiques. the bells of bicycles, the afternoons
lush with ice cream trucks.

scholastic paperbacks in the mail
crisp in brown paper, crackling.
more extravagant than school reading.

the infinite swish of sprinklers on the lawns.
the Monopoly days, the afternoon clues
from Nancy Drew. the humid roses, boiled.

the summer camped rains
and orangeade. with hamburgers on the side.
the sound of the back screen door-

worth more to me now
than many kingdoms....

mary angela douglas 29 april 2014