who will defend the poetry of Light
in a dark age
in love with dark arts, inconsistencies
come away the starlight sighs
the ivory pages yellowed into dust
you must
into a green shade
resolve dissolve from this stage
that augurs everything everything is lost
she said my ships at sea
the valentines that came to me from a vast God
the old letters fostered in the attics
we will reprieve I said and breathed
in the holy candles of the stars
as once Keats did sailing the meridians of dream
enraptured
or Yeats or Rilke
alone on the battlements facing the disaster
causing bright angels to come.
the sweet Word the forgotten Word,
strummed.
mary angela douglas 3 january 2020
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