There Is Another Kingdom Where The Brambled Roses Breathe

there is another kingdom where the brambled roses breathe

where fragrance from colour cannot be parted.

winding the clock of quiet come the snows

hallowing.

there is another kingdom where the home you left

on fire, distressed, packing no clothes at the onrush of

the midnight wing, packing the

floods instead is set down in a vale

beset with lilacs, light and far far

removed from the killing shore. you know.

you know

where the soul from the soul

cannot be parted more.

mary angela douglas 16 august 2013