Fall Into Books Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to Roald Dahl]

fall into books as into a mirror:
the one near at hand.
as into snow drifts

in Christmas land.
as into green waters
with summer dappled

and on either hand:
one shore is golden,
the other, contraband.

but you, you in the middle
like the jam in the doughnut;
like the apricot center

in a strange candy;
they won't find till later
like the honey bun

in a corner cupboard
when they're low on funds.

mary angela douglas 8 november 2015