It Is All Candlelit And Cordial

the heart that is not forsaken
must live somewhere
unforeseen and 

in a glade so green
a cottage locked away
where roses always stay

no petals,
fall- away-
and it is all candlelit and cordial

when the storms come in
all ruby candlesticked
and the wicks never going out

in a flaring, floating wind
there with embellished shadows
you will have no need

of ever looking back.
feckless and beautiful
with God as a fact

well established
the apple blossomed brightnesses
blooming oh blooming

the spindle alone
made of honeycomb gold
worth half a diamond breeze

and peace folded like a lily
near the hearthstone.

mary angela douglas 8 march 2018