Art Song 1 Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

because you sang of the moon impearled

as if you held all pearls in your hands

they banished you from the Music Room



and exiled you to a foreign land

where strange birds caw from the chinaberry trees.

but all your songs come back to me



come back to me on a variable wind

and I transcribe from the tone deaf world

scorned beauty's skirls.



and witness the shining retinue

the gold leafed trees

in a variable wind.



mary angela douglas 9 november 2018