Rapunzel In The Tower Waving Goodbye Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

is this what it feels like to be waving goodbye
when you're the last one standing still?
perhaps she wondered at her loom

when the moon was a full blown rose
distinctly pink at the edge of town.
this is the tower I live in

while the earth spins
she almost sang.
and the bells ring far into the deep

from all the churches half asleep;
from lofty cathedrals with their
windows half on fire in the sunrise.

I will make a ladder of stars
so that God will see
I have not forgotten him.

by day it will be spun of
honeyed light.
I will go from here

she prayed
and then took flight.
I will go from here.

mary angela douglas 4 may 2015