Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Ariadne Breathe On The Clouded Glass

ariadne, breathe on the clouded glass
I said but was it in vain?
the thread has unraveled from the

glittering cloud and there is no
"at last"; shall I remain?
how long then when

the ribbons of the sun have come

undone and all that gold is spilling
will I gather it again

tied with the lily bouquets
or sent to the well at evening's brink to

fetch the vanishing light you'll think of
unending night do not despair
I cried out oh, not alas 

ariadne, breathing
on the clouded glass.

mary angela douglas 7 june 2017