I Only See Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

back then we thought the emerald way

would always be ours

the golden hours of play


the witches few.

the curse lifted in the midnight tome

the Kingdom sparkle under a new moon.


how I have yearned for you,

lost fairy tale worlds

your silvered spinning-...


at every hour I must be winning back

and follow every track of, every trace

the grim have erased.


let the race be to the swift


and the lid be lifted on the miseries.

I only see blue fairied Hope

the ferry tothe green slopes of Avalon and


the King Returning, the end of wrongs

and hear: the vast, autumnal Airs-
the rubied orb of Song.


mary angela douglas 23 august 2018