in honor or William Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream...
here the midsummer frailties shine
and are impearled each time we read
as the dew drops down the soul
and it is jeweled evening
when the play unfolds
or the twilight in between
one dream and another, tissue thin,
Begin! and
is it yours, this clasp on the lock of time
undone? and have all your birthdays come
dressed in the scarlet and the fleeting,
sweet and sweeting?
there is the fairies' entryway,
the portal to the mysterious green
half vanishing, banishing woods
and there the delicate unfolds
in fabulous minstrelsy and bud
and are you trellised with flowers?
is it understood that
these are the hidden hours
made manifest?
where else would we go, and if we could,
exiting from the darkling worlds
and there unfurl fine flags
of the nonpareil
arriving in tangerine array,
in tiny coaches of orange peel
to bask like summer roses far-
from the kingdoms of the real.
mary angela douglas 5 february 2017
here the midsummer frailties shine
and are impearled each time we read
as the dew drops down the soul
and it is jeweled evening
when the play unfolds
or the twilight in between
one dream and another, tissue thin,
Begin! and
is it yours, this clasp on the lock of time
undone? and have all your birthdays come
dressed in the scarlet and the fleeting,
sweet and sweeting?
there is the fairies' entryway,
the portal to the mysterious green
half vanishing, banishing woods
and there the delicate unfolds
in fabulous minstrelsy and bud
and are you trellised with flowers?
is it understood that
these are the hidden hours
made manifest?
where else would we go, and if we could,
exiting from the darkling worlds
and there unfurl fine flags
of the nonpareil
arriving in tangerine array,
in tiny coaches of orange peel
to bask like summer roses far-
from the kingdoms of the real.
mary angela douglas 5 february 2017
