even if we are scattered to seven winds
so that our dust flies up in the face of
the disgraced
our candlewick snuffed by a wind in transit
prelude to December=
God will puzzle out the pieces of our diamond souls
we will return as snow
I will she said, clutching Hansel's hand
purpling as night the shadows around them
as though they were berry stained.
there had been no berries that day.
the doves took the bread away.
they ate music out of the sky
oh skylark, skylark
what am I
neither bread nor berry
that they may get by.
and scarcely, music.
mary angela douglas 9 september 2018
so that our dust flies up in the face of
the disgraced
our candlewick snuffed by a wind in transit
prelude to December=
God will puzzle out the pieces of our diamond souls
we will return as snow
I will she said, clutching Hansel's hand
purpling as night the shadows around them
as though they were berry stained.
there had been no berries that day.
the doves took the bread away.
they ate music out of the sky
oh skylark, skylark
what am I
neither bread nor berry
that they may get by.
and scarcely, music.
mary angela douglas 9 september 2018
