It Was Certain (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it was certain the legend was beautiful

as time can be, when viewed from eternity

as truth is, when it prevails

or when it retreats in order to measure itself

in light years only.

who could deny the shimmering on the lake

the hand upraised with the glittering sword

sinking down

sinking down as the sun is sinking down

cover the hills with a carmine light

all our lost angels

that later certain painters will immortalize

fitfully dreamed

when the cream of the fairytale

will spill out on the stone flagged floor

and you will start singing

a song you don't know anymore.

for certain, the beautiful song.

mary angela douglas 24 july 2022; 13 march 2023