a stillness settled over all the castle
and they slept...
and silver was their sleep, entwined with gold
set with all the jewels of what was before them then
before the spell...
and you were in the garden then
near the new roses
and far from foretelling,
under a flushed sky
with the new moon lingering by
and you wondered, how can the sky
be pink and silver too
and the cooling breezes came
the diamond slates with the little ruby pencils
you will write your fate there
in barely legible letters widely formed
the birthday wishes of the fairies...
and this was the curve of the song
the underside of the leaves
you held to the light
like a favorite plaything
and the long low everafter overnight
before the bells ceased ringing.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2017