'for now we see through a glass darkly,
but then, face to face.'
-The Holy Bible
forgetting the pier glass, looking glass we left behind
how will we pass through when the
moon slips by the open casement and
the Ship arrives? step through
the fairy frost windows when
take what you can carry on your back
even old fairy tales advise
but even they leave out, sometimes,
the luray caverns of the mind where inner opulence
presides, if at all and if
the fires are tended to
they will blaze up in the bleak counties
of the outside world when you are late to work
or cannot find your shoe at the right moment
to prove that you were there
where everything shone
when Eden was still Eden.
sad world, eating the candy hearts that
say 'I love you' till nothing is left.
you cry you cry like a child bereft
and can't understand
the looking glass, or the key to the Other side
where Love abides is
what you must pack
even more than the bread and butter,
butter knife from a thousand
non anniversaries
to be happy
mary angela douglas 21 february 2014; 8 november 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem