King Midas, Last Spring Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's the primrose, lemon drop, daffodil
sun sang his little daughter
moments before never melting again

it's the saffron saffron sunflower
butter churning wonder I wonder
will my jangling charm bracelet of

the moon and the stars shine more
or buttercup, buttercup light come
streaming while I am dreaming

on a pallet swung by dandelions?
with a yellow crayon I am colouring in
and bearinng down so hard on the

castle outlines never smudging anyone
Oh light the candleabras Mama so the
pools of jeweled light will flicker on

in our parlour one by one not half guilding
my little curly dog; her green eyes
creased with fun.

one by one the stars go out in the Heavens
freezing where they are and where she touched them
on her way down
turning a pink gown burnished;
her black-eyed susan, honeysuckle
crown can never wither now sad angels clanged

so we were told that far from the flower fields ourselves-

Oh Papa she called her glad words ringing in the air
piano, bright,
like hammered gold

mary angela douglas 26 april 2014