The Poets War Against Poetry While The Amateurs Are Comforted

[to Valerie Macon, poet laureate of North Carolina for just six days who resigned on July 17, 2014 because other, former poet laureates and many others in the literary community ganged up on her because she was only a "self-published" poet (at least, it seemed that way to me and to many others)

and who said in her resignation letter to everyone. don't forget to love poetry even if you haven't collected accolades...

and, we won't.  As for those whose scorn for the self-published seems unbounded, if you want to drive the Muse from your own door, attacking a fellow poet, (no matter how lacking in credentials you think they are) like a pack of wild dogs - in broad daylight - should suffice.]

who will He send, the angels of saffron?

this time, the ones of sheer starlight small children

see straight through?

the ones of green linen

soothing the wounds. the wounded.

once again on earth, cried the violet

shadows, poets fight poetry with their inverted shields

their plumes upside down backwards on their horses

running down the unqualified.

plaintive on a lute in a far away time someone strummed

a few notes under the moonlight.  thank God no one heard.

or just a few friends.  and song flowed under the doors, through

the chinks of the windows and was welcomed.

sit down at the table, here is dark bread, our last slice

and spring-cooled butter. jam of the summer strawberries we kept

just for you and you recited for no money at all

the beauty of the day gone by and how the angels tread

on clouds of rose and gold above our worst hour and children
 folded up their

tiny griefs and grasped with both hands the moonlight appearing at the door that never wanted to leave again.

and neither, neither did we.

mary angela douglas 18 july 2014