The Kingdom Of Left Behind Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the kingdom of left behind grows on its own,
stone turning into flowers;
ferns skipping a step, forget the coal

and diamond shine and gradually the seas decline
and a home appears with sheer curtains,
lilacs on the winds

that blow the let's be dours away and all the
nickering clouds have come to stay in a blue
silk sky-corral

and you wear pastels so that that cannot say
to you any longer- those who happen by:

with any real clarity

sunrise, sunset; which it is then
the end or the beginning?

mary angela douglas 12 april 2016