Friday, October 04, 2013

Un Petit Cortege Minus The Rainbows

[to Rupert Brooke and the others]


it's just a little cortege and not white satin

pale as a summer moon.
she would have worn forsythia if


it were noon and violet gloves.

it's just a little cortege.
she's skipping geranium this season


that was for the cotillion,

Christmas tidings, tide.
it's just a little cortege.


a gold spray of holly

garnet slippers crossed her mind
a dress of infinite snow
but not the little cortege 
stumbling into trembling sunlight-  


losing the drumbeat

all her rainbows with it: 
wartime poets-
one by radiant one.


mary angela douglas 4 october 2013




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