yum yum said the monster.
I will eat you up.
but the poet kept scribbling
trying to keep up
with the broken rainbow pieces
scattered everywhere by his better angels.
yum yum said the monster
here I come
be scared and drop everything
but the poet remembered
time is fleeting anyway and
kept on scribbling, dipping his pen
in light, in golden molten light
though he was not warm.
though she had no light
but the garret window-light
and when the clouds passed over
inner light.
munch munch cried the monster
craving attention
but the poet never heard
because the singing of the birds
in the tree of his soul could not
be sacrificed
to feed the gobble gobble
of the Liar
crunching on starlight
and miniature roses,
intransigent little children
in love with the Beginning
mary angela douglas 20 march 2014
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