Dress (Reformatted Stanzas) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

pale pink in some lights, lilac
to the floor with a sheen you
never see except in dreams
embroidered with the moon.

full skirted like an inverted rose
a rustling like the Holy Ghost,
pale green
dancing when standing still.

perfection, crystal beaded.
fraught with small birds flossed
in blue, in gold, in my extremity

I dreamed one day
my Soul will wear this
and be glad

mary angela douglas 13 september 2013