(to Hans Christian Andersen
I miss sea glass, my grandmother's pearls
coral music in the whirlpools
the icebergs on the moon,
when the moon is
floating topside on the waters
the ships of doom retrieved.
ladders of angels.
most of all, I miss speaking
where I'm heard
ever my mind a bell from far
distances in the Dream Time
ever the wave's repealing improvised
and not dancing on swords;
the fragrance of the frangipangi
the simple accords
of water and light
the depths where I
am out of sight.
mary angela douglas 7 july 2019
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