Mirage Like From A Distance Stray Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Edgar Allen Poe and those who loved him

mirage like from a distance stray
the figments of a happier day
of kingdoms, kingdoms washed away.

how maple red the skies appeared above the castles
always drear your own heart knocking at the doors
walled on itself and evermore

all glistening sails with the Adored
and never returning

how scorned by critics who can name
who pierced a troubled heart in shame.
around the lintels of their fame

may nothing shine forevermore
till Time and all its angels show
above the bitter flying snows

intemperate as his repose
a presence deepened known as Poe and
organs swell commemorative:

a grieving love enshrine.

mary angela douglas 14 october 2014