Oh, Singing Once More To The Cranberry Skies Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Oh, Singing Once More To The Cranberry Skies



oh singing once more to the cranberry skies
recollected the Princess, it's all tranquility.
and children looking up from play

could sense that something golden
came to stay and they were swinging
on old tire swings hung from the stars

and could hear their Mamas call
its supper now all through the cranberry
neighborhoods of the glassy galaxies.
and it's like milk glass-

it's the Milky Way said grandfather,
the whole shebang; it's his you thought
and yet it's not and the cranberry sunset

fades and takes the light from the mirrors
of the Princess, reflecting the day back to you
and you are no longer sequined with love

for a long time afterwards. opaque is the mirror
and the heart is scarred and something
folds the moon into a cloud
that hides from you that hides from you

now


mary angela douglas 29 september 2013

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