Garcia Lorca In The Painting of Orchid And Blue

for the small wounds in the wind
the ones lined with gold
he was willing to devote

words to paper
but they flew off float into song
and carried the weight

of even one tear
to the oracles that cannot hear
the tear that tears the wind in two.

the tear of goodbye.

the trembling music under the sun
on the day of its eclipse.
all  the wounded houses

on the avenue.
all the portals into the blue escape
ladders coming down from heaven

and the ship that cannot wait.

mary angela douglas 7 january 2020