Minor Divinity Desolation Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

every year at Christmas
and in between
the white capped candy

so supreme
was mythologized in our house
after savoring.

we all agreed
it was candy well named,
tasting like Heaven.

perfect complement
to angel's food cake.
and how delightful it

can't be calculated it
would be to say:
with casual elegance,

pass the Divinity, please.

what a pang I felt
at the market later on
when everyone else had gone

to their Divinity rewards
to find near the bakery aisle
in cherry pale splendor

PINK DIVINITY!

I wanted to go back through
the rose coloured blizzards of Time
and bring them some

like a foreign treasure
and then we could have had tiny pink marshmallows
in the hot chocolate

and improved on Christmases forever...

mary angela douglas 1 november 2015