Sunday, July 08, 2018

Marisol In Winter Sunlight

Marisol in the marigolds, rose gold aftermaths
was captured in a pose with small birds glittering
about to rise from earth

and Midas the only futile thing in the landscape froze
turning himself to gold and there lost kingdoms shone
as she ran up to greet him with a handful of flowers,

a little girl.

no witnesses but God then tears were stopped forever,
forever immortalized;
and the instant before

with the scudding clouds o Marisol
he could not reach oh Midas
small king that he was,

a token of golden anguish fixed

and the winter sea, its gilded wave
suspended over all,

mary angela douglas 8 july 2018;23 may 2019