Picture Fallen Out From Your Gilded Frame Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Picture fallen out from your gilded frame
Shall I become the Winesap day
Of the far flung dimensions
Picking you up from the kitchen floor
Where you have become most real
Oh let us go outdoors
Under the turquoise bowl of the sky
I feel it may be true
Where the visionary Princess looks out for you and
From these clouds has dropped her handkerchief of snow
And bounced
The oranges back to their groves from the still life oh
Remembering an orange blossom childhood
Where there is frostbite and where it glows
When they come with torches to save you
Still life lovely from a Renaissance day
Shall we have a renaissance too
You and I in our mutual displacements
I wander and I wonder with you
Till the stars come out like flecks of milk
On a baby's chin
And I say
Let us begin again
And eat the sun like a lollipop
Forever renewed in the sugar cane wind.
mary angela douglas 29 july 2024