Droves

I love the worlds You meant to make
the ones that we would not forsake
the spinning tops, the starry motions
and all the laughter of the oceans.
the passageways into a dream
you left behind, a silver key
to turn the lock on misery
and there the pastured flock believed
and felt the budding of the leaves
and stared into your wishing wells
and loved to break the evil spells
and lift the winds of balmy cloves
and drive the colours into droves
of clouds above the dreaming west
and each to each and blessed to bless.

mary angela douglas 3 november 2019