farewell to the legends
wove of the boughs of beauty
heft of tapestried moon and
the stars
the pearl waft of evening
the arches of the green.
yet what they had seen
let it remain
in books put by
like the purpling of the skies
that men who are wiser
and yet blind, ignore.
this lore was ours
I hear through mourning grasses sigh
the ghosts of an old surmise
what have you done with it
mary angela douglas 22 november 2016
wove of the boughs of beauty
heft of tapestried moon and
the stars
the pearl waft of evening
the arches of the green.
yet what they had seen
let it remain
in books put by
like the purpling of the skies
that men who are wiser
and yet blind, ignore.
this lore was ours
I hear through mourning grasses sigh
the ghosts of an old surmise
what have you done with it
mary angela douglas 22 november 2016
