Pale Rivers Of Light At Elsinore, Half-Dreamed Ophelia

pale rivers of light at Elsinore

I can recall and a tilting of the earth

and skies she signed

when questioned by the angels afterwards

I wanted to be remembered

I wanted him to remember

I wanted to remember at least the

names of the flowers I wove together

how beautiful their trailing in

the sunrise waters, rose-lit,

clearer than clear

and was it, rosemary?

mary angela douglas 16 november 2013