My pearlescent poems for you, my very best selected from my other blog TO THE RUSSIAN POETS at angelidicuoremare.blogspot.com which strangely, I can no longer edit nor add to. Anyway, welcome to the new blog my friend which is a culling of many colours and all for you in the name of lovely God, and the Trinity and my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas and other dear loved ones, of which you, also, dear reader, shine like an unnumbered Star. God bless YOU and worldwide lovely enduring POETRY...
Monday, June 13, 2022
IN HER FAVORITE DREAM
the princess and the Pea moved out
the day before the Wedding
not wanting to make a lifetime
out of proving it over and over.
she got a small apartment-
you know the kind-
and adopted the Pea.
they lived on nana pudding
and poached tater tots.
on Sundays she made it
patty cakes marked with a “P”
and it was happy
in the walk-in closet it lived in
where it barely breathed-
but you should have seen the bookshelves
in her favorite dream of the
same apartment, only larger-
and the rooms of hidden
marvels opening up, well past the
acorn furniture - second-hand-
acquired at Christmas when the dolls moved out
lugging trunks in primary colors
with four costumes apiece
-across the permafrost…
“I didn’t know this was here”
invariably, she’d murmur in silken dreamspeak-
turning the knob to another door
into private lobbies inlaid-
filled with Steinways, gladiola- lots
of counter space-
and fountain Cokes;
Persian rose gardens of note with harps
that played invisibly-
and unexpected candy dishes;
pastel-pretty parasols
(the Pea was fond of these)
one for each time of day;
magnolia petals in a silver bowl…
world poetry of high degree and centuries full of moon and silvered branches…carefully catalogued
forgotten green perfume wafting
from two thousand Springs…
and in the breeze,
apricot curtains inset with saffron pears-
above a sink full of dishes
rainbow-bubbling clean
where she looked out to see
oh, everywhere=
a world where no one has
to prove who they really are
they just take your word for it=
mary angela douglas 11-12 march 2012
Note on the poem: of course, this poem is based on Hans Anderson’s tale “The Princess and the Pea” where the Princess has to prove she’s real by not being able to fall asleep on a pea hidden under 20 or so feather mattresses.
The apartment dream is real in essence, if not entirely in detail; I’ve had it off and on for the last 20 years. There is always in this dream a feeling of great happiness at finding unexpected space and a feeling of great peace and freedom. Perhaps they are rooms of the spirit like the “many mansions” Jesus spoke of. (in John 14). ‘ “In my Father’s house there are many mansions…”
p.s. nana pudding is short for banana pudding made with bananas, milk , pudding mix and vanilla flavored thin cookies. Tater tots, as “fast-food” style tiny fried bits of potato, very small and appropriate fare for the small dwelling and the down-turned acorn dining-room table).
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