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...
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
IT'S MANGO GOLD IN THE SUPERMARKET OF DREAMS
it's mango gold in the supermarket of dreams
that keeps recurring with a juke song sheen
or it's strawberry kiwi tarts for the dollhouse queen
or the fizz of the raspberry pop on the run
you liked a lot when you were small
it's the wall of clementines, the orange rind candies,
marzipan and caramel flan
or gold pieces torn from the sun
enwrapping chocolates, every one
come see that it's the mango of your
dreams and the pure sure apricot nectar prize
or fill your baskets with the
bakery surprise the cake of
all cakes dressed up in whipped cream
with the lemon rosettes the dulce con leche scene
and oh you bet the breakfast hash
supreme in supersized cans
the vintage hams and the onions, peppers strung
and the whole thing in coloured lights
when the sun comes down on the bodega
and the angels hum by the ounces
it's saturday night with cerise flounces
it's mango gold in the supermarket of dreams
mary angela douglas 22 march 2017
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