It's The End Of The World In Colour Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

It's the end of the world in colour
the saints have woken to say
the tolling of lands down under
the cherry ripe words of the day
it's the wish to be far from here
freer than air my dear
that makes me pray
in a most sincere way
that God will give the all clear.
I rise to my feet with small anguish
I take my seat in the square
forgetting to do my homework
under the light of the basement stair
the dark clouds gathered at noon
the ironing left undone
because the experts on the news
chimed there are wrinkles on the sun
but the birds in the trees are here
singing a song of cheer
and every leaf is astir
with all the music I've heard
and all the homes I've loved
like a transitory dove
are welling inside my heart
to tell you and tell you my friend
this isn't really the end.
mary angela douglas 20 september 2023