The Screen Play About The Apple Orchard Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

The Screen Play About The Apple Orchard

How often drowsy, found in the clouds
The tinctures the berry stained wondering aloud
We were then as now now as then who asked the winds
How has God silk screened the wandering skies
or do the skies stay still
a kind of soft blue porcelain susceptible to
mother of pearl variations
how I wished to be ever in this train of thought
even while the spaghetti was cooking and
probably boiling over
but sauce mends everything, depending upon the ingredients
and imagination is worth it
I still think there should have been nightingales hidden in the pictures
As children we were tasked to find along with umbrellas,
Rampant oranges and the theatre of what you Will
We will find ourselves again in the apple orchards
Remote in time
Blinded by the golden delicious, the Winesap the pink lady galas
The innumerable
And a strange glow never before seen illuminates the scene
Where the inlaid clock chimes out of time, out of pearl bright time
And the blue gnats whine by the darker blue rivers of Lethe
But Death, but death
walks away with empty pockets.
mary angela douglas 9 september 2024

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Mary Angela Douglas

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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