Like Candied Fruit In The Nougat Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

like candied fruit in the nougat,
words on holiday shine;
shifting their coloured sands

in the sandbox, hourglass,
just-in-time. no longer punching out.
under the alder trees,

near the playground.
or coasting down the hill
on raspberry bikes
tailgating the ice cream trucks.

like babies in sunsuits
out for a ride
just hoping for treats.

nose-pressed against the early
Christmas windows of a candy box
language (from the inside) .

Here. Have some.

mary angela douglas 26 july 2014