Tuesday, October 01, 2013

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


mary angela douglas 1 october 2013;25 november 2014