THEN THE PROSCENIUM LIKE A VIVID ROSE

then the proscenium like a vivid rose
revealed myriad petals and on each tip
a separate kingdom swayed

tiny and exquisite kaleidoscopically
this was Thumbelina's dream
and no other

confusing the skies with violets
and tis Spring
and Easter tolling lily by lily

the stage directions jeweled shadows
no narrative but clouds
the clouds have drifted

they are time itself
weeping and weeping

mary angela douglas 1 january 2018