Fairytale Capitals Guard The Chapters Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

fairytale capitals guard the chapters
and from them fall pink blossoms scattered
applewhite in natural light or some other

lamps are lit in far off rooms
where the evening comes in through the windows
in powder blue and it's almost taffeta

the rustling of pages in firelit corners everywhere.
swans down floats down from the far off spaces.
intermittent starlight, firefly passages twine about

lost summers. do the children wear lemon well?
their mothers discuss before ornate mirrors we never saw.
I like to think on later battlefields or waiting at home

for the ax to fall, for the last letters ever on earth
tied in apple green ribbons
those children grown were comforted

by these scenes

mary angela douglas 14 september 2014