Mary Angela Douglas
What Was It - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
was it the ice storm?
or the whole Kaleidoscope shattered-
and we're on the floes of colours
soon it will be dark, we
crooned to the little houses
floating by and then
the skies will leave off weeping.
this is the kingdom down again
my friend said sleeping,
lost in the shade.
and lost is the white the gold
oh the Dome of very heaven
as we wondered, growing smaller,
out of Time:
will the vines creep round
us now or will we remember how
to spell the right word at the
or will we write in chalk on
an unforgiving moon
this is the tune the way we played it
little bird little bird
in your nightfall of pearls.
when no one heard.
mary angela douglas 7 january 2016
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