The Golden Spindle Lies On The Floor (Revised) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Golden Spindle Lies On The Floor (Revised)
the golden spindle lies on the floor
where it was flung; whole
civilizations sleep
and now: an old spell is
revisited and ancient lamentations
understood-
up such a narrow flight of
stairs, a broad doom
awaited-
yet I will go from room to
room, seeking lost
kingdoms; consecrating
every possible rose adagio-
mary angela douglas 7 july 2003; 28 september 2023
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