The Paper Door Cut In Silence

the paper door cut in silence

cut the Maker

of paper snowflakes, coloured

Christmas chains, small birds

that fluttered in secret cherishing

never flew past the

small incisions necessary

for the valentines remaindered-

and the silhouettes strewn

in old storybooks shut.

behind the paper door cut, die-cut,

the Maker no one knew pursued

his endless dreams of making and

the scissored stars fled shredded

downwards everywhere

while we looked up in

amethyst confusion...

but He is the Maker

striving still

at the isinglass border of

your most recent dream:

someday to bring, in Person,

galaxies and real roses to an
opaque silhouette

mary angela douglas 5-6 september 2011