Friday, April 06, 2018

In Blue Evenings Disapearing

the ticking of time's quartz heart
in the Cinderella bell tower
rendered the pumpkin colourless

in blue evenings disappearing
the coach stalled
then home on barefeet losing,

the day in tatters
and prayers by the sparkling
in the moonlight tree

what is this to me they ask
with silken voices
only that time is melting

in my mind I look for vanished things
sometimes the edge of the angelic
gilds the afternoons

and I ask softly, God, Dear Lord
will it be soon I cannot find
a sign of crystal anywhere

or turning aside on

the white the stricken road can it
become so suddenly again, sheer
maytime's flowering.

mary angela douglas 6 april 2018