goodbye my fancy and the little garden close
perhaps he whispered
leaving the door ajar
I followed in silver, centuries the wistful too late
through the mist and through an unguarded gate
oh all of this is left and none to turn the page
each book upon its shelf the secret self jeweled change
quivers harplike in the vanishing that remains
who wonders how now
the poems inscribed grey seawater
welling in why pretend it doesn't hurt
the dust laid over it in the russet declines
old friend of the faraway faraways that you desert
the borderlands, the last angel on the road.
it's stenciled in our grief like home foregone
or like a diamond bas relief, starlike prone
your etching on the sundial
weeping Time.
thank you forever, from the land of shadows
came the softened cries
the fiery faery edged wood rustling listlessly:
be good he said, wreathed in smiles
where the branched cherry stood
dissolving
pure lavender....evensong oh, chimed
words, words
melting into the sheer unshored
why must you disappear despaired
the budding, the Perseid Showers.
the sweet inlaid mother of pearl of
the in between hours
why will you go- I asked the snows
who else will colour it in for us
in otherworldly tints
everything that is hinted at
when the winds are stilled.
mary angela douglas 12 august 2018
perhaps he whispered
leaving the door ajar
I followed in silver, centuries the wistful too late
through the mist and through an unguarded gate
oh all of this is left and none to turn the page
each book upon its shelf the secret self jeweled change
quivers harplike in the vanishing that remains
who wonders how now
the poems inscribed grey seawater
welling in why pretend it doesn't hurt
the dust laid over it in the russet declines
old friend of the faraway faraways that you desert
the borderlands, the last angel on the road.
it's stenciled in our grief like home foregone
or like a diamond bas relief, starlike prone
your etching on the sundial
weeping Time.
thank you forever, from the land of shadows
came the softened cries
the fiery faery edged wood rustling listlessly:
be good he said, wreathed in smiles
where the branched cherry stood
dissolving
pure lavender....evensong oh, chimed
words, words
melting into the sheer unshored
why must you disappear despaired
the budding, the Perseid Showers.
the sweet inlaid mother of pearl of
the in between hours
why will you go- I asked the snows
who else will colour it in for us
in otherworldly tints
everything that is hinted at
when the winds are stilled.
mary angela douglas 12 august 2018
