The Map In Ice Cream Colours Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how fervently we wished
that the map in ice cream colours
had been the real map

of the World.
the one marked for Treasure.
and Treasure would be found

and then we would sit down
on the checkered cloth for a picnic.
huge cookies, all around

with molten chocolate in the sun
when wishes were young.
and the ice cream map melting

and we are laughing
by infinite streams
in the tall grasslands

and the grass, leaning upwards
into the stars

mary angela douglas 15 april 2015