Forgotten

the ruby sleeve on the ivory dress
the fading stars in the looking glass
the illustrated dawn at last

with its tissue paper guard
in the story book found
in the dusk lit yard

and the blueness over all.
white curtained in the wind
I send my old thoughts

back again
to what was new
besprinkled with dew

the Homeric roses
the silver sheen
on the forgotten shoe.

mary angela douglas 26 december 2016