At Some Slowed Dream Speed Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Freeze frame and then
At some slowed dream speed reveal
Most delicately rifling the violet pages of an infinite book
The intricate ballet conveyed by our least motion, broken down
From its jeweled composite
So I long my words in the green shade of their mystified meanings puzzle bright
To shed secret starlight and then grow wings among the apple trees
Crayoned in the quiet nook
Or burst into a bouquet of birds in the hedges singing;
The nocturne awaits, the colours of darkening blue intensify
The end, the beginning of all things cherished
That fled upon some slight quaking mountain or
The burnt sienna hills in myriad autumnals
Where I had lived my God my God until and
Where You are so peacock splendid transfiguring,
Rushing in no disaster but sparkling,
Still and arrayed.
Mary angela douglas 5 august 2024