Riddling Dream (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

for Walter De La Mare

they said sail! but there was no sea
so I walked over the air to rhee
they cried fly but I had no wings
still the moon kept bringing me silvery things
they cried cherries and I cried ripe
and then sighed Infinite, Infinite Light
they asked of me a golden sieve
but I said mine, for as long as I live
Die said they but I chose to live
and weave my words from a country lane dream
and gaze out the windows of everything.

mary angela douglas 19 january 2022; 27 january 2022; 22 march 2023