From My Own Rose Tree Petals Sifted Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

from my own rose trees petals sifted
downwind of the unpetaling moon
all that's silver's cast up again too soon

on the farther shores of darkness
I cried or someone else
harkening to the larking green.

the unseen children wept
while we told ghost stories
in a modern age.

you have hidden your rage
in old rooms I said to them;
the ones patterned with rose trees

on the sliding walls
with a thin stripe of green.

mary angela douglas 30 january 2016