mary douglas


Then There Was Shining; Then There Was Music - Poem by mary douglas

it is a box of clouds I have opened!
cried Pandora, suddenly grieved who
looked for festive colors, perhaps a something
to wear, threaded with fine gold

a pair of moon bright slippers.
oh, beyond repair, she wept.
and the room grew dim at noon

the bees swarmed all the colours.
oh honeycomb day, return
she prayed; I will be good.

and hope, flew straight:

a fairy thread suspending
the earth like a new pearl
on an old necklace

worn out, as a heart ill-used

and then: turning.
then there was shining.
then there was music

mary angela douglas 6 august 2014


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014



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