Saturday, February 10, 2018

When Did You Make This

long did they wear a fine iridescence
committed to be that music,
not merely to play it

theirs was the winter sun
the radiances glinting off the snow hills.
the unbearable distances from home

I cannot calculate a crystalline circumference,
the trajectory they were on
crafting from indifference, spite and calumny

their hidden Atlantis.in the dark part of the sun.
soon will come the last and silver trumpets
the velvet of their nights slip far away

the chrysalis built in their demeaned days
and this then the whole crux of their ballet:
the soul in its intricate sequinning displayed.

when did you make this marveling angels queried
caught in the toiling of your days:
under the clocks of the diffident
and along the mocking quays.

mary angela douglas 10 february 2018