Dressed For The Occasion Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

DRESSING FOR THE OCCASION

I dreamed the skies were navy chiffon
silken the clouds, lemon silk
alternatively, putting it simply,

we wore the stars that season, the sheen of
pale green, midwinter's cherry velvet
it was my soul dressed in violets

holding her bouquet
on sequined occasions, not on display
this, when on waking I remembered

I was dressed in rags
clothes too old, laundered to infinity,
even to give back to the Goodwill

though pink and blue plaid taffeta
a darling skirt, sweeping to the grass stained ground.
paired with an ornamental blouse.

what difference does it make

I dreamed in my dream that
once I close my eyes
I wear cream velvet well,

and not from the lost and found;

dressed in the enterprise
of lily gilding imaginations
and gloriously beaded

with little seed pearls, the foremost rubies
I am, whispered each basted cloud,
hand embroidered in the grand style.

poufed out, with many petticoats.

mary angela douglas 25 may 2018