Dim As The Bride

dim as the bride

on the last horizon-

all of my snows were home

they have floated now

like light through veiled prisms breaking;

I'm not called away to their collapse.

the offices on the moon are clouded.

there's no line left to stand in here on earth

all of my snows were true

but now, they freeze into

these pale trajectories of flights dismantled

where green grass doesn't stain

where blue is no longer sky yet-

"bends not with the remover to remove"*

love is not love that bruises

the least snowflake fading

though the windlass fails.

now the pollen of my farthest star

is weeping

and someone's yanked the chain

on the light-bulb moon

lily shadows lily

but all my snows

in soft, bright encore reappear

as I am gathering still

these small waxen words revealed

over a roiling sea...

oh icarus

o Christ.

remember me

mary angela douglas 22-23 february 2011

*Shakespeare sonnet