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...
Thursday, June 9, 2022
PIANO RECITAL WITH PINK CARNATIONS, RED GLADIOLI
[to my Grandmother, Lucy W. Young
[and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young Douglas]
and dedicated with love to my sister, Sharon F. Douglas
whose middle name should really be "Music"
ah breathlessly exquisite the carnation nosegay, pink spice
with its center of paler pink rosebuds, pale satin streamers
for a little girl's first recital and matching her dress.
can she reach the pedals in all this pinkness
whisper quiet asks an audience of all the neighbors.
softly, first notes spill like little pink sapphires
onto glass, like
grace notes plucked from a cloud and the older students in
polished cotton, waiting their turn stop fanning themselves
with their programmes.
there should be petals raining down said her mother then
as if she were the flower girl-
at the wedding of Music
said her Grandmother, in gladioli red and stylish,
The Piano Teacher
mary angela douglas 9 august 2014
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