My Grandmother's Studio, Late Afternoon Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

MY GRANDMOTHER'S STUDIO, LATE AFTERNOON

every song is a sunrise.
will it set too soon does the singer ever wonder
leaving me here in the gloom or

in an early winter, stranded.
but the tempo must be observed
all the jeweled nuance

once it is learned
once it was, will it always be
dreams the little child, counting to three

or will they hide from me and not be found
when cake days are over.
let us not be banished I said to my almost twin

when the grown up world begins
but stay here by the tea roses
drinking in their dew;

and in the Music Room.

mary angela douglas 23 june 2018