NOCTURNE IN BLUE
it's not the blue evening you imagine
the spiced carnations infused in the wind
through the window, a former time's
pale metronome
the ghost of blueness past new present,
a prescient hue, remembers you
you are younger now
sister to hyacinths.
stand in the yard of early Spring
waiting for the dark blue curtain's rise
and the moon in pale pink chalked
above no mysterious borders
in the skies.
mary angela douglas 23 january 2018
it's not the blue evening you imagine
the spiced carnations infused in the wind
through the window, a former time's
pale metronome
the ghost of blueness past new present,
a prescient hue, remembers you
you are younger now
sister to hyacinths.
stand in the yard of early Spring
waiting for the dark blue curtain's rise
and the moon in pale pink chalked
above no mysterious borders
in the skies.
mary angela douglas 23 january 2018
