my faberge egg is hatching little stars,
cut crystal-
whole cherry orchards unrazed
of a creamy pink that's inscribed
with thoughts on raspberry wings
in fine detail
etched
somnolent summer, grain gold
lime-leafed avenues and in the distance
ruby trains tunneling through the
mountains to the village where it's
always snowing but everyone's used to it
a fine diamond snow.
so no one starves and is always singing
my little village, pearl encrusted;
pale green emerald of my birches,
live
mary angela douglas 26 January 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! that left me in fantasy land! ! ! ! thanks A+