A Visitation Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

A Visitation

Rating: 4.3


song itself came to the back stairs of the castle
in a drenching rain
like the princess in old fairy stories, refrains

of the tunes we softly used to dream
bringing blossoms to a neglected altar-
driven out

seeking refuge
tears indistinguishable from rain
and her cloth of gold is frayed

her silken shoes worn.
petal thin she hardly stands
like a wish pebble thrown, alone

half drowned in an ancient fountain.
but her eyes shine candlelit within
like a thousand thousand candelabra

or the night skies branching plum tinged
over a wordless Spring.

mary angela douglas 1 march 2017

Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy tale,poetry,princess,rain,song
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Allport 13 February 2018

a creative write that flickers bright of a common tale about gold and hail? ................well written Mary

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Harley White 13 February 2018

Beautiful, evocative, lyrical... replete with fresh use of words in phrases and lines... enjoyed it a lot...

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Siddartha Montik 13 February 2018

Very Beautiful Poem... Expressed in very perfect Verses.. I loved these lines very much, song itself came to the back stairs of the castle in a drenching rain seeking refuge tears indistinguishable from rain and her cloth of gold.. thanks for sharing Poet! ! 10! - Siddartha!

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Siddartha Montik 13 February 2018

Congratulations for this your Poem being selected for the 'Poem of the day! !

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Kim Barney 13 February 2018

Nicely done. Congratulations for having it selected as poem of the day!

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Savita Tyagi 25 January 2019

How could have I missed reading this beautiful, artistic poem on poem of the day page. March 1 2017... definitely because of travel.

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Denis Mair 12 October 2018

I like the play of associations here. The visitant bears marks of wear and tear, but also former glory: CLOTH OF GOLD IS FRAYED and SILKEN SHOES WORN. Yet dream-refrains bring flowers to a neglected altar (perhaps where your mother once played piano) . Wonderful to describe her as a WISHING STONE. That makes me think of ripples. Perhaps light from the candelabra within her eyes is dancing on those ripples. Patterns of dancing light on dark water mirror the stars in PLUM-TINGED SKIES.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 13 February 2018

A fabulous poem! Many congratulations for this dazzling piece of poetry being selected as POD!

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Richard Wlodarski 13 February 2018

Beautifully impressed upon the mind! Mary Angela, Congratulations On Poem Of The Day!

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 February 2018

Seeking refuge! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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