Perfect Christmas Stocking

stuffed with rubies, perhaps
kaleidoscopes made of rose window shreds
a plaster saint made of snow

perfume of birthday candles
from the long ago (the cake, still fresh
and every rose, your own)

a new novel by the Brontes.
I don't know!
enough oranges for all the orphanages

instantaneous homes for the oppressed
complete with cherry wood staircases
dresses in the style and just your size

of your favorite dolls
the Washington Mall in cherry blossom bloom
the skies, too, cherry on cherry piled;

another dress in those shades, moire,
green velvet sash-
a drifting feather from Pavlova

like an eyelash from dancing stars
tears in an emerald bottle from the child you are
a pale green tree house (it folds out)

with perfect bookshelves, sustained
by the music of Time;
sachet of gardenia and

the summer rain

mary angela douglas 18 june 2014

by Mary Angela Douglas

Comments (14)

excellent writings- my liking lines- I am the type you are supposed to love Dark and mysterious.... and natural And when the moon gets me I am a Wailer. And when the sun is shining I go Carnival. really good to read and read and read this poem is
I really like the last to lines. Great poem. Very well done Benjamin!
a mysterious poem.. well done my dear poet. tony
Marvelous poem. A real opening for our curious and fearful psychology. We fear dark and mysterious nights but same nigh becomes pleasant with moonlight.
I think I would find Benjamin an interesting neighbor. For starters, how many people care about poetry? -GK
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