because they see a blank page there
they feel compelled to fill it up
with poem or song or picture,
gossiping conjecture
as if they were the givers of snow on snow
and we the dark fields and bracken, down below.
would that it would snow
where they had been
covering up all tracks
of the little they knew
who looked on me as a blank page too
even while I wept whole diamonds,
seas and continents, kingdoms fraught;
and guarded with my soul
submerged, imperiled beauty
safe from foes
and Time itself,
regarding them with woe.
mary angela douglas 1 august 2017
they feel compelled to fill it up
with poem or song or picture,
gossiping conjecture
as if they were the givers of snow on snow
and we the dark fields and bracken, down below.
would that it would snow
where they had been
covering up all tracks
of the little they knew
who looked on me as a blank page too
even while I wept whole diamonds,
seas and continents, kingdoms fraught;
and guarded with my soul
submerged, imperiled beauty
safe from foes
and Time itself,
regarding them with woe.
mary angela douglas 1 august 2017
