Let My Speech Be Here, Or If, Denied Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

let my speech be here, or if, denied

may I post telegrams of snow

to the listening skies

that turn in their opal sphere

and balance on a point so far from here burnished

and alive

in words that cannot die

that God immortal makes

and on the winds of faery breaks not

nor derides

but flings upon the tides then may they row

so foam endowed in flotillas of gold

and bring then apples of delight

that cannot fade

to all the children for whom

dreams were made.

mary angela douglas 15 august 2024