Cotton Candy Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

pink air coned, and sugar throned, called fairy floss
or candy floss or candied air or everywhere at the Fair
or Princess dream or sugar seemed, or hurricane of rose

you can't save even if it froze, why isn't it an ice cream?
that could be supreme. a childhood love the colour
of (on earth) or the most

exquisite dessert above sing the Heavenly Host dreamily;
say the little kids on Sundays
please, please

can I have some, circus bound
or not? or funnel cakes, hot, melting

with cinnamon-sugar, sure to disappear

all summer long into the cidered Fall
of candy, caramel, apples dipped and dipped
but that's a treat for some other day

when pink spun blue spun happiness comes
to (almost!) stay...

mary angela douglas 10 january 2016