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
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
