Sublimities (To Harold Bloom)

For Harold Bloom d. October 14 2019


sublimities of the pearl encrusted tales
mermaid like, the foam on the waves
of my disappearing, reappearing

fishtailed soul
and of the Leviathan
on the horizon of the page

the underwater of the words
murmuring almost the music of shade
the shade where the baby played

in the afternoon and was told stories
wynken and blynken the map of dreamings
the off the edge of consciousness sailing

to wake to the light spinning mobile

above the magic crib
pen nibs at New Year
water color sets and painting

sunsets and the dawns rosegold
we will never grow old we will
read the stars as if they were Braille

time will fail us reading this yet God cannot
help but lead us in pastures of the
fairy chronicles the beginning not the end

there is no end

in happy ever after.
in the evergreen understandings
the snowy covenants

up all night
resilient and bright
imagination's candle

sounding it all out till daylight till
the first lovely sentence of my starry soul.

mary angela douglas 23 october 2019