Cloud Song To William Blake Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

don't be afraid walking on waters

a small voice chimed

perhaps from a charming cloud


as painted by Blake

seen walking on the Thames

and singing brilliant hymns


when the not so sanguine tygers

burned in the night.

is it indelible I said?


hoping it was so.

all those illuminations,

long ago.


and the angels blurred in trees

in watercolours, please.

oh all of these and the sick rose healed


and all that we can feel


when dreaming of his pastorales

and the New Jerusalem.


mary angela douglas 21 june 2019