Oh Singing Once More To The Cranberry Skies

oh  singing once more to the cranberry skies

recollected the Princess, it's all tranquility.

and children looking up from play

could sense that something golden

came to stay and they were swinging

on old tire swings hung from the stars

and could hear their Mamas call

its supper now all through the cranberry

neighborhoods of the glassy galaxies.

and it's like milk glass-

it's the Milky Way said grandfather,

the whole shebang; it's his you thought

and yet it's not and the cranberry sunset

fades and takes the light from the mirrors

of the Princess, reflecting the day back to you

and you are no longer sequined with love

for a long time afterwards. opaque is the mirror

and the heart is scarred and something

folds the moon into a cloud

that hides from you that hides from you

now

mary angela douglas 29 september 2013