The Sun In A Yellow Parachute Slipped Down Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the sun in a yellow parachute slipped down

the southmost sky to a hidden lost and found

will you bury the sun?

I said to no one.

it can't be done.

the moon at her slipper soft loom

was weaving pearls

on a shipwrecked night

she fell from sight

into a dreamless world

go and tell me when

you'll excavate the winds

that blew her far away

in a slipshod day that saw no dawn

is it under the lawns of snow

the roses have to go

or only Christ instead

his heart of heavy lead arose pure gold

dont say that you dont know

we're

destined to go on

like a ladder with its rungs

and you'll climb every one

before your life is done

before your life is done

mary angela douglas 14 november 2022; 10 february 2023