Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The Beautiful World Has Gone We Never Said

the beautiful world has gone we never said to ourselves
except when we were alone
and the clouds of cold came out

of our mouths instead of the words
lined in gold
at the school bus stops

and in our pale galoshes
pearl dimmed coats.
and dimming are the rooms we knew

and the violets strewn

the remnants of our flower chains
and classroom disdain
grows stronger.

how will we white with frost
begin to count the cost
who have barely begun

counting at all.
we are small in our cherry velvet
said the young queen

half in and half out of the fairy wood
I will, I will be good.

mary angela douglas 25 october 2016