Beautiful Theories Imploded Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

beautiful theories imploded
we went home to the folkways
where shimmering beans were planted

and the harps amazed.
and you were the one half turning
when the bells called deep and round

turn back turn back Dick Whittington
to London town
we will ransack all the treasures

that can astound
in the bookshop lanes
the tea shops glittering

the Lost Child found

and a kind of grace settles down
and the cries of those who sold their wares
all cherry bright and cherry ripe

and caroled upon the stair
the ghosts of those you loved
the valentine and the dove

sweet sweet reprise
the pearl edged tuning of the harp
and the heart's refined disguise.

mary angela douglas 6 september 2017