For Caedmon Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Caroling blackbirds sing on
In the ruined margins of the daydreaming monk's
notation
And thus were the glass bell ringers
Suspended in my song;
Bells fuming on a purple wind
And envy set in
Like a bruised cloud
Over the innocent Sun.
But May shall return cerulean music
And in wild violets I will find the snows
The festal crowns the maypole ribbons
In shunned reveries
As a girl I had let go.
mary angela douglas 9 may 2024