I Miss The Troubadours I Said 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 and 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

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