Then The Proscenium Like A Vivid Rose (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

then the proscenium like a vivid rose
revealed myriad petals and on each tip
a separate kingdom swayed

kaleidoscopically,
tiny and exquisite;

this was Thumbelina's dream
and no other

confusing the skies with violets
and tis Spring
and Easter tolling lily by lily;

the stage directions, jeweled shadows;
no narrative but clouds;
the clouds have drifted

they are Time itself
weeping and weeping

mary angela douglas 1 january 2018; 22 may 2024