Mary Angela Douglas
No Magic Word - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
reading old books at home
oh let the pages turn the wind
the clocks wind down again
have there ever been angels
like this before ask the clouds
almost out loud
you are reading to yourself
outside the world becomes snow
becomes the trees that graze the skies
and all the reasons why disappear
through the bubble wand haze
bubbling up from your primer school days
and the primrose laden
and the fairy tales regained
in primary colors
the fingerpainting hours reclaimed
on glossy paper shiny to the touch.
is it so much to ask to have
the tinsel down from the Christmas attic
and it not even Christmas
or the magic carpet rolled up in the corner
suddenly spring open
though you have said
no magic word.
and have neglected your dusting all day.
mary angela douglas 29 may 2017
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