Where Are The Poems Embroidered With The Moon

where are the poems embroidered with the moon

you asked your shadows in a silver room

when there were no replies.

and children wondered not you wondered why

and who was then the guardian of sighs

the story of old kingdoms locked and barred.

these schoolrooms cannot carry light much less the one

into columns out of sight and the blackboards parry

but they cannot spell in colours upon colours

the way that we did once on butterscotched sidealks.

these kingdoms steal away the christmas snows;

the tinfoil crowns in the kindergarten plays and where

are the poems embroidered with Your suns and

all the hidden amber stored for another day

in the nectared histories of what could happen.

where are the words that could have been spun

like honey on bread. the curtains at the window;

the violets in her shawl where the winds blew

all the Springs away:

when music in you fled: small  rosebuds cried

without the colour "Red"

and penny valentine cardboards sifted

the hurricanes

mary angela douglas 13 january 2015;7 february 2015