I Miss The Troubadours I Said (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

folktune, out of tune
I miss the troubadours I said
or how I once envisioned them
wed like the saints to the Beautiful
three lilies in an embroidered hand
granting grace in every place
and heart's ease
for those
who dreamed on chivalry
backed up by tapestries
of the most elaborate kind
the unicorns I have in mind
and the triolets and the violets
of the lilied silk intentions
of the very Truth's declensions
three lilies and a silver strand
heraldic arms, illuminated calendars
forever the charms of music bind you
vowed forevers
vowed and wept
the angels of chanson
all the heart cannot forget
three lilies and the embroidered stars
in the early, earliest Springs
singing the green leaf
into a finer green
the Rose into farther distance.
mary angela douglas 1 september 2023; 23 september 2023