Charms

you gave me a thing that was not discernible
the ocean in a thimble
the tolling of arctic bells

beneath the ocean swells

the promise of rose red
the living among the dead
the peacock fan

in the place my soul bowed down.
the public dance
of the humbly proud.

empty words said aloud
and then retracted.
all my heart

redacted.

mary angela douglas 25 october 2017