for those I tried to find but then the way doubled back:
the cornstalks rose above the roiling fields
the house we knew with the little porch
disappeared and ah, alack,
all trace of every summer thing I knew.
I tried to find through thickets of the years
the old castles
and wept while slogging on
that in such disarray, cruel storms removed
the hay pitched sun.
where roses blew,
now there were stinging nettles...
they have torn my only heart
came the cry suddenly
out of the dawning dark
bending my back under the gloom
ill showing that what was once most fair
must still be there so far
from view.
are you alive? I call to the fairy tale statues
under enchantment, bright as the singeing air:
are you alive?
yet there's no answer there
mary angela douglas 11 may 2015 rev. 27 july 2017
the cornstalks rose above the roiling fields
the house we knew with the little porch
disappeared and ah, alack,
all trace of every summer thing I knew.
I tried to find through thickets of the years
the old castles
and wept while slogging on
that in such disarray, cruel storms removed
the hay pitched sun.
where roses blew,
now there were stinging nettles...
they have torn my only heart
came the cry suddenly
out of the dawning dark
bending my back under the gloom
ill showing that what was once most fair
must still be there so far
from view.
are you alive? I call to the fairy tale statues
under enchantment, bright as the singeing air:
are you alive?
yet there's no answer there
mary angela douglas 11 may 2015 rev. 27 july 2017
