Mary Angela Douglas Poems

we who are subject to mirages
to the fluttering of failing wings
of the small things
...

almost the wish you wished for did come true
pointed out the good fairy softly
there it is under the Tree, and are you
...

[for Daphne Du Maurier, on the novel, the film, Rebecca...]

I dreamed of Manderley last night
wrote the second Mrs. De Winter, years after
...

I can't believe I have to tell you this again
groused the vendor in his sleep
how do I know where your package is
...

[to 'archaic' Poetry, kicked to the curb]

missing the nightingales modern
words flooded the town squares,
...

[on the passing of time]

one day in the rain you turned into watercolours
too bad, no one there to record it.
...

'were we painting on clouds while we lived on earth...'
I heard them sigh, 'did all that drift away? '
in the eternal breezes down the
...

[an episode in the book 'The Wizard of Oz', though
not expanded on in the film, I think', as well,
on Cervantes tale, 'The Man of Glass']
...

before this sun of scythian gold
were there these spires, these domes,
dreamed of by the dreaming
...

this is how melting started in the annals
of the world the unsmiling instructor
began...
...