In A Sugared Quiet Lit By Multicoloured Stars Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

after the school auditions for the Nutcracker ballet

here is the snow-globe where the tiny fir cones
gleam in a sugared quiet lit
by multicoloured stars o in tiny spotlit rose,

or amethyst fire, of carillon sighs through
a winter self-contained,
if miniscule.

and it will never rain inside your heart here
if you're not in the ballet.
you will only be surprised each time

a tinny music chirps and clicks
whenever you are shaken,
and the universe is

flecked as if for a tiny party
all your own and the
self-same fairy confetti

drifts and sifts;

it sparkles, trembles, curved like a new moon
on a wire and you twirl, my glaced
sugurplum, you dream

you are the queen of cherry,
drizzled whipped cream;
tiarad sovereign of the ballerinas

who incarnate snows,
their lavender shadows
and the pink the blue-

in a Christmas buona sera
even if no one calls you, 'Clara'.

mary angela douglas 21 november 2013