Monograph For Juliet In Rose Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Monograph For Juliet In Rose



the rose-red sash at sunset
at your window
is glazing now with rain

that will not be remembered
by the leaves that rush
from summer's trees in

this bright wind
that will not be remembered by
the birds that fly

enspiralled in the clouds
that will not be remembered
by the moon

that fades so softly in and out
reweaving each pearl drop of light
into the event or its reflection-

into a long-lost caligraphy that
you can't read
into the dream that you will dream

that's not the color you'll intend
when you lean out too far
from any stage devised or

set-piece memorized
for anyone to take hold-
but, for the moment,

glad to be
by every fresh wind blown
and hearing a voice, almost your

own and longing to declaim it-
unscripted as the high rose mind of God-
until small tears begin to show

on the paper lilies held by your bent hands
you want to disappear in the sainted word
you can't pronounce you find

there's nothing you can say when
looking upwards at the stars;
you're reinserted in the slots of

the toy paper balcony next to
the cake with pink roses on it
for the cardboard matinee-

the one where the dolls just sit there-

mary angela douglas 22 june 2011

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Childhood
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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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