Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Under The Reeded Roads They Passed

under the reeded roads they passed
emblems from the looking glass 
once turned down on the summer page

in pink sands while we played
we were the kings and queens
and Neptune augered, sand fly

screened from harm
but now alas I look around
the fairy tales are leaving town

since there's no sanctuary here.
how hammock breathed the air complied
we had the golden on our side

brides or grooms still to be wed
to a quiet infinity shell lined
scent of lime...

but how bedraggled castles seem

when no one else knows what you mean
when all the seashores ebb away
and none believe a word you say.

mary angela douglas 11 july 2018