So Coronated He The Language Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

So coronated he the language, Shakespeare,
The blue white stars the tiny stars
Leaned from the sky longing to be
In juliet's heaven
And the fairies caught in the nets of his enchantment
Found with delight the freckled strawberries
In the wild grasses long abandoned
Kings came to his mind and learned to speak
In a more kingly fashion, traitors, those in disguise
Those who fought for their own souls grew more enobled
So had he crowned us, so had he christened us
Into Song.
mary angela douglas 22 july 2024