At The First Harsh Word

crumple of stars within my head
at the first blow said and
then the moon spins sideways

blue dusk
no longer the colour of dreaming
how does it feel to the one

winning all arguments this way
reeling in all the rainbows
who has words to say

the prodigies of silence
learn the hard way
turning to snow

and then to wind
and then
the second round begins

the angels in amber, in rose
can see themselves
in the perfect oval

of her tears

mary angela douglas 25 december 2015