Ahead Of The Evictors Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

coming back from tea

it starting to rain

we stood in a portico.

this was in a dream



and thought about great literature

as it used to be esteemed

and wondered at the tearose



colour of the clouds.. what meaning there ie

in the unspoken gestures of the sky

the evanescence of snows.



this is another kingdom I know

a place I could have stayed granted one

bubble wanded wish of a summer's day



and afforded small sandwiches

to tide me over.

in the world as it is now



where is there to stay.

any sparrrow in a nest can be dislodged

because some one eyes prime real estate



and wants to make a killing in a time of plague.

still within a dream I dreamed of great music

Beethoven in the hereafter



Chopin half in love with his own nocturnes

things of this nature.

now I will live in no country at all



or stay momentarily at petaled corners

unsure of the crosswalks.

my soul having vacated the premises

ahead of the evictors.



mary angela dougla 4 april 2020