a sky made of nightingales alone
so thickly crowded blotting out the stars with music
so that shadows shone, minutiae
this was the feeling of an unsuspected rapture
mauve as saints unrestrained notes spilling out
so that Christmas remained and would not
leave us.
the meadow forever purple with song
the linnet like, the longing
for the beautiful returned to earth
ever more intricately and
phase by phase, over lavender now
and through desultory haze
the apple orchards fading so their fragrance
alone is evidence.pale pink, cream and billowing
this was the secret gallery of one
as Keats said, long in the city pent
late on the rent, and low on jam
on the way to work on a significantly crowded tram
mary angela douglas 24 january 2019
so thickly crowded blotting out the stars with music
so that shadows shone, minutiae
this was the feeling of an unsuspected rapture
mauve as saints unrestrained notes spilling out
so that Christmas remained and would not
leave us.
the meadow forever purple with song
the linnet like, the longing
for the beautiful returned to earth
ever more intricately and
phase by phase, over lavender now
and through desultory haze
the apple orchards fading so their fragrance
alone is evidence.pale pink, cream and billowing
this was the secret gallery of one
as Keats said, long in the city pent
late on the rent, and low on jam
on the way to work on a significantly crowded tram
mary angela douglas 24 january 2019
