edicts of kings or councils of clerics
no wonder I looked out the classroom window
and thought of Hans Andersen instead
lining up his tin soldiers for marginal wars
and illusory dead.
stone upon stone and then, the rose windows
and coming home where it is always Christmas
the fir tree highly decorative and not cast out.
or I am looking on a world of glass not doubt
after the ice storms and everything is shining
and the Snow Queen will not last
the puzzle will be solved, the puzzle being Love,
Divine love...the Dove high flown from the Ark the
deep bells rung out from the Dark the necklaces of stars all
candlelit in every colour...fantastical, the babies coo
and clap! in the morning dew, shutters flung open
the posies in the window box will dance
once again the dreamy narrator will soothe:
the hard things were past.
it was summer, it was glorious summer
for all of them, at last.
mary angela douglas 10 november 2018
no wonder I looked out the classroom window
and thought of Hans Andersen instead
lining up his tin soldiers for marginal wars
and illusory dead.
stone upon stone and then, the rose windows
and coming home where it is always Christmas
the fir tree highly decorative and not cast out.
or I am looking on a world of glass not doubt
after the ice storms and everything is shining
and the Snow Queen will not last
the puzzle will be solved, the puzzle being Love,
Divine love...the Dove high flown from the Ark the
deep bells rung out from the Dark the necklaces of stars all
candlelit in every colour...fantastical, the babies coo
and clap! in the morning dew, shutters flung open
the posies in the window box will dance
once again the dreamy narrator will soothe:
the hard things were past.
it was summer, it was glorious summer
for all of them, at last.
mary angela douglas 10 november 2018
