Homage To The Brothers Limoges Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[on learning to read...]

on fine papers perhaps, tiny rosebuds of gold foil
in the borderlands beyond the words=
(we call them margins rapped the teachers,
impatiently illuminating.)

and you, turning the pages, aren't you?
dressed in lavender blue and quite alone.
is there a light from Heaven?

there is.
and a rose spotlight when you rise from your chair to recite
oh this is light this is light I am reading

and not the alphabets, at all

mary angela douglas 6 february 2015