Clarion Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

who wanted to live on a wrap around porch with a sea green awning

yawning always waking from dreams to the honeycomb on the toast

spread liberally


could understand how it felt when the roses chimed exquisitely

in the garden beyond all memories

and the sun in egg yolk splendor rose to the occasion


behind the nations of pine we called our own or


making a tearose splash in the heavens, another backdrop formed;

who is painting the scenes backstage we know cherishing

the children remember the scent of grass when their grandfather


cut the lawn and telstar roved behind violet clouds


we were told to study hard and that all things tend toward delight

when you are truly learning and we were

such boarders on the pages ourselves full of the red rose


random meteors


and the speculative of clouds going over.like so many color forms

soon without knowing anything of shadows anymore

we know this may emerge out of a silk screened sky


and cirrus lovely from


the corner of the eye that is glad that

we may see the traffic of angels on a sudden ladder suspended

our flight trails cancelled on an endless tack deferred


done with the faltering of old bridges on earth. oh then


may we arise in Easter colours dyed our imaginations still holy

in an arriving music invincible

over the brief world with love with love

looking, looking back.


mary angela douglas 25 february 2020