Dark Ages. Where Is The Stained Glass Moon

perhaps we brushed through the webs of God
carelessly, in our going
leaving the silken shreds behind

the unexpected gold of evenings wounded.
how will we know when golden words are slayed
the picture book of memory fades

the mail of the heart is shattered through.
we wandered through Arden forgetting old names
the pearl of it all discarded

the rains washing all of it away
and then in a time of drought,
not even the rains were singing

not even the birds.of the pale Emperor.

mary angela douglas 22 july 2018