identity is the music
the fingerprint swirl in clay
the living imprint, still,
of a bygone day.
the piano player roll
now on display,
the sunset repetitions.
slight alterations
of the way you felt one May
there you are under the willow
and your harp at bay
mute in a mermaid affliction
with nothing you can say.
my identity. the trees whisper
when their own leaves fall
but this is not a headline.
or the writing on the wall
nor the cause celebre by politics fed
the boring beast, just released,
generic peace.
this is what orpheus meant,eurydice
in the Kingdom of the Dead
and you who think it is in
the trending ink or you're on the brink
of the stagelit prize
don't understand don't understand
you are not wise.
identity is the music
and not the polemic stand.
visionary, on the faraway Strand
mary angela douglas 26 march 2018
the fingerprint swirl in clay
the living imprint, still,
of a bygone day.
the piano player roll
now on display,
the sunset repetitions.
slight alterations
of the way you felt one May
there you are under the willow
and your harp at bay
mute in a mermaid affliction
with nothing you can say.
my identity. the trees whisper
when their own leaves fall
but this is not a headline.
or the writing on the wall
nor the cause celebre by politics fed
the boring beast, just released,
generic peace.
this is what orpheus meant,eurydice
in the Kingdom of the Dead
and you who think it is in
the trending ink or you're on the brink
of the stagelit prize
don't understand don't understand
you are not wise.
identity is the music
and not the polemic stand.
visionary, on the faraway Strand
mary angela douglas 26 march 2018
