Caught In The Snow queen's Bright, exacting Mirrors Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

caught in the Snow Queen's bright, exacting mirrors

children pick their way through the shards of facts

somewhere an apricot sun is dreaming

they can never feel it on their backs

wasting their lives on riddles that heal nothing

sifting no labyrinth sublime

faint in the awful spell she's weaving

fading before they start in their own Time

who will deliver thee from ice floes

core ice drilled in thee hark, the chime

Christ from the sweet light vanquished

returning, cries in the slaughterhouse

NO! all these are Mine.

mary angela douglas 6 october 2021