Friday, April 07, 2017

Not To Be Driven Back Again

I stepped over the milk white paling
and the song rounded as cherry o and through
the emerald refraction of the leaves

in the waters of a dream
then I was free.
there with no words to be understood

no shields to be secured
nor causes left.
there must surely be

that place
a little way away
from where we used to gaze

small children through the
panes of frost.
are you lost

someone failing to understand
will ask us there
on the cusp

and we'll say nothing that we must
of cherry round
nor sing but stray

and know that we've found it
and must haste away
not to be driven back again.

mary angela douglas 7 april 2017