In Invisible Writing To Eleanor Farjeon Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

in invisible writing
where there are pinholes for stars
on black velvet

I have hidden the directions
to the castle.
or perhaps in the teacups

on the doll dresser
behind the ivory fan
the one with huge roses

painted on it in splendid scarlet;
perhaps in the painted rose itself.
which one you will ask

and missing your bread and butter
the extra dollop of honey.
but I will be out in the rains

sloshing toward Spring myself,
the early violets.

mary angela douglas 3 january 2016