Beauty Remembers The Poet

we've saved a lot of gold in the cloud banks today

dreamed the painters down-at-elbow

half asleep

before it seeped through and children said

but we don't remember it being there, before

now the small birds fling themselves against the

stars and it doesn't seem so far from here to there.

and we will prop our ladders against the skies

to gather the golden apples Yeats loved so.

perhaps he will shake the tree of Heaven

oh, just this once, he sighed from far away.

and she was happy with all that glaced fruit

heaped up at her wandering feet

in the silvered over grasses

somewhere clear

mary angela douglas 20 july 2014