Sewing The Sequins Onto The Night

sewing the sequins onto the night

how can you stop?

it's the fairytale tick-tock and

everything depends on it

it's walking on the bridge of

it is not

and not falling

because you are there

in a nondescript corner

and everyone depends on it

carving your songbird in wax

the one with the melting song all summer

oh inconsolably.

take my old coat to wear

under the cherried moon of new despair

whispered the poets one by one

from centuries long spent down

to the brightest copper penny

in the old mosaics

under their summer trees 

indicating now and just to you just

dream

mary angela douglas 1 october 2013;25 november 2014