The Poem I Love Chimes Out Of Time (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the poem I love chimes out of Time
impossible to be mistaken for something else
small brushstroke before the venerable mountainin a silken
wind,
lifting toward Oz
or it is robin's egg blue,
The Wooden Shoe,
in the sheepfold skies
the child on the violet hill espies;
Giotto's last sigh.
my rose threaded everything
of which I shall not be made
to feel ashamed by any Court on earth.
the conjugation of starriness, illusion justified
I shall love till I die.
a bright thimble in the Grandmother's basket
or ruby red life on Mars with a thunderstruck: why,
it is the cloud's intention to snow
before anyone knows! it is piecework done
a little unfinished but prescience, darling,
with a marvelous unraveling of gold.
it is being stranded without a ticket
and still. going Home.

mary angela douglas 21 january 2022; 22 march 2023