Chilled Tangerines Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the fairytale

with the chilled tangerines

in a grass green bowl, art deco.


my Mama's stories

new and old

and in a rosy ring


my sister sings and laughs when she falls down

in Easter's baby lemon chiffon.

and I etch feelings about many small things


the flowers on our lawn the wished upon stars

for you to listen to, if you want to, bar by bar

like my Grandmother's old glass records


in the studio.


mary angela douglas 7 march 2020