Demitasse Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

demitasse on random afternoons
quite richly she'll explain
though she has very few

and we, our eyes awash in tiny flowers
of the springtide hues
will feel it like a dream

our whole life through
as from the soul a floral feeling
attaches itself forever

that we become accustomed to;

to the china in the cabinet;
a feeling that will deepen into time
like the chime of a spoon

on demitasse
or the words, refreshments will be served...
from a cut glass bowl

with lime sherbet melting into it
on summer afternoons
or anytime, after school

when we have unexpected lessons
of delight of gemmy words
in the lights and the half lights

of home.
'
mary angela douglas 27 july 2016