The Island Of Floating Away Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's an island and it's floating away

that Blessed Isle

who could dismiss that childhood

I knew judges that did.

but what map from school could receive it now

retrieved from chalk dust days or their

hereafters at home

I don't remember.

just fractions of things.

pennies on tables. apples added together,

an alphabet of gold

and it was mine

amid rings of glass, the green or the amethyst

and after class the wind through the trees

thinking of these, the music of Debussy;

kingdoms keeping company with clouds.

Green Ginger is the name of that land

the storybook said

you can't call it on your own.

it comes and goes

but not on command.

and then sets down.

alight, for the night is coming

and the Wave

alight.

it has come to save you

and the peach sun.

your favorite one to draw.

mary angela douglas 8 june 2019