no more the languid ballets of the waltz length days
in pale arrangements consistent with my dreams
but now the frenetic order makes its overrated entrance
conquering the scenes which must be shortened, if at all.
tolerated;and the technocratic insistence
on cutting things down to size, prevailing.
goodbye I sigh and sigh again that music to prolong
goodbye to lovely song and music elongated to the
soul's great charm displayed that now must certainly retire
entirely from the stage and o! the banished kingdoms
doomed to go with it into oblivion. good riddance,
they say
who deem not even now its shadows visible
in the corp de ballet to remain
where it was uniformly mysteriously surveyed
in the last stages of life oh fleeting.
goodbye to the swans to the immortal pose
and the last roses.
summer is upon us or it was
the crickets chirring under dim orchid skies
the sweet once cherished lands of just because.
disappearing.
all the pale legendary...
mary angela douglas 21 january 2018
