Even When Words Are Cloth Of Gold Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

even when words are cloth of gold
cut to the fairytale's sheerest pattern
in a world that shoves these things
down the well

to whom shall bright words be spoken?
progress keeps its own carriages,
its own parks well paved

serviceable
and serviceable
for rolling over well enough
and rolling over again.

but the bright word leaps
in its own fountain
and won't be quenched-

mary angela douglas 17 june 2010