Monday, June 20, 2022

I WANT A POEM LIKE A FABERGE EGG




I want a poem like a faberge egg
crack open the mystical shell
to find


lilies emerging from pink enamel;

carriages with spiny
golden wheels

this fairyland of minutiae

jewel upon jewel, a dream enclosed-

under a heaven brought down to scale

infinite snow forever turning in

the mind's own music

and no assassinations.

mary angela douglas 8 july 2008
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