In My Mind And With Plumage Fine Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
In My Mind And With Plumage Fine
In my mind and with plumage fine
Sometimes I see the ghosts of noble people
Gleaming a moment by the stair
Shedding a tear in the twilight turning
Every evening sky I know
Into the place where they will go;
Vanish, melt like Shakespeare's players
Leaving me to ponder
Their mute gestures at the edge of Time.
mary angela douglas 15 march 2024
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