Summer Music, Fireworks Melting The Ice Cream Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's the colour of ice cream on the curb
our summer moonlight we've grown fond of
half in and out of a vanilla dream dreamed

the children.

it's lemon shading on a pale green pear
and luscious shadows everywhere
the little dog bit into something bright

that moved when he did.

oh it's a silver confusion happy again,
a rose instep dancing
it's no ambiguities murmured God's angels

of a story that knows no end sighed the
princess and whole nations sighed
in an ancient cinema
g
for the light in the flickering castle.
the fireworks flowering
overhead

mary angela douglas 3 july 2014