Losing The Blue Madonna To The Skies

[to my mother,  (Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas)

losing the blue Madonna to the skies

the painters grieved in secret

and the children died-

losing the blue Madonna.

losing the gold Madonna to the sun

a white irised stillness filled the mind

and all my madrigals were blind.

my madrigals were blind

and moonlight fell on adamantine pillows only

stuffed with may have been beautifuls

beatific, in a receding light.

and I have lost the rose Madonna

queen of all gardens cried the child

cried the child all on her own and,

wildly, whole angel choirs

could not comfort 

though it snowed flowers

mary angela douglas 21 september 2013;rev. 22 september 2013