bright as the wanderer on the beckoning air
Shelley my Shelley whispered Blake
presciently above the tree line
as viewed by angels.
Sistine as it was then and setting
the several suns
through the holograms of autumn
the beckoning ones
and the sky all Depression era
white and rainbowed glass
the angels of glass falling to earth
and their parachutes useless.
you have wings Shelley my Shelley
far above the treelines and the dullness
that dreams it is shining
earth, oh earth you should be heaven too
the poets sang
when they remembered you
mary angela douglas 16 august 2018
Shelley my Shelley whispered Blake
presciently above the tree line
as viewed by angels.
Sistine as it was then and setting
the several suns
through the holograms of autumn
the beckoning ones
and the sky all Depression era
white and rainbowed glass
the angels of glass falling to earth
and their parachutes useless.
you have wings Shelley my Shelley
far above the treelines and the dullness
that dreams it is shining
earth, oh earth you should be heaven too
the poets sang
when they remembered you
mary angela douglas 16 august 2018
