I Was Wearing A Dress Of Impeachable Hue (Revised) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
I Was Wearing A Dress Of Impeachable Hue (Revised)
I was wearing a dress of impeachable hue
at least, that's what they said.
I thought it was only the color of roses
my slippers fit perfectly,
chiming as only crystal can
the staircase appeared out of
nowhere also made of glass
my heart, surpassing everything.
at the landing,
a kind of eternity;
annunciation of angels.
mary angela douglas 29 january 1999; 28 september 2023
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