From The Goose Girl Tending Her Geese Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

How could we imagine a perilous journey
dreaming among the flowering peach
dreaming more than drifting
dreaming as if flying
here below on earth
as if in a peach sky
it's not that far back to reach
to china blue skies
to the Christmas frescoes
painted on stamps
the letters sealed in gold foil.
who will take my letter to the king
on scrap paper, longing to be read
let angels appear
oh even just one
dressed in an otherworldly pink
and kneeling before the Madonna
with strange ornaments of gold
to You in the Heavens
from the goose girl tending her geese.

mary angela douglas 4 april 2024