Sublimities (To Harold Bloom) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

SUBLIMITIES

For Harold Bloom d. October 14 2019

sublimities of the pearl encrusted tales

mermaid like, the foam on the waves

of my disappearing, reappearing

fishtailed soul

and of the Leviathan

on the horizon of the page

the underwater of the words

murmuring almost the music of shade

the shade where the baby played

in the afternoon and was told stories

wynken and blynken the map of dreamings

the off the edge of consciousness sailing

to wake to the light spinning mobile

above the magic crib

pen nibs at New Year

water color sets and painting

sunsets and the dawns rosegold

we will never grow old we will

read the stars as if they were Braille

time will fail us reading this yet God cannot

help but lead us in pastures of the

fairy chronicles the beginning not the end

there is no end

in happy ever after.

in the evergreen understandings

the snowy covenants

up all night

resilient and bright

imagination's candle and

sounding it all out till daylight till

the first lovely sentence of my starry soul.

mary angela douglas 23 october 2019