turning pink hydrangeas blue the newspaper caption read,
depending on the soil (it said) ..., but in my head a childhood quandry solved for once and all
when my sister and I running out of things to do
that summer pondered the question, philosophically too:
always the pink or blue, the dress, the velvet shoe,
the ribbon in your hair
which o which to wear
that was the summer of Disney's Sleeping Beauty
remember when the seats were plush velvet
and air conditioned cool the downtown theatre in humid Arkansas
the popcorn strewn, the real Coke syryp over ice
and expectation grew
preceded by cartoons, the Main Feature...
the fairies could not decide either!
and so, they concluded
both are best
and kept turning the dress
from blue to pink
from pink to blue
you know the rest
while she was dancing
Aurora woken from dreams.
and still it seems to me
the best solution
the pink titration or the blue
depends on whom you're talking to
perhaps a little tinted by the mood you're in
don't have to see the competition through
when blue can be changed to pink
and pink to blue. in a twinkling
whenever there is magic in your thinking.
mary angela douglas 8 june 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem