Friday, November 14, 2014

The Honied Buttresses Of Light Uphold

[to St. Joan of Arc]

the honied buttresses of Light uphold
the dream cathedral where the King is crowned
but even in her dreams she stands apart

cast in a rose and lilied light, shadowed by her saints.
no longer the maid of private orchards
no longer the Fairy Tree of Domremy
swaying in the breeze
she knows is Heaven scent and gone are all

hopes of Home.

in battle, white as her banner she perseveres
anticipating wounds and then, the end or victory.
but surely there is some escape!

how could she dream this full betrayal
taking centuries to recompense- but barely-
with statues with ceremony

the girlhood lent and savaged
with a cruel intent
where she meant only kindness, flowers,

holiness of nations.

mary angela douglas 14 november 2014