I Ate Words

I ate words.
you use what you have.
under the bitter the lemon coloured moon.

I ate words. or wove them on a loom

to make fine cloth
though not of gold but golden
illuminated, like icons.

sometimes I put them in a salad.
then I was the princess along a reedy bank
gathering sweet grasses for soup. or wild onions.

spoken to almost by little birds

soupcons of light.
I was led
to drink water

from fair streams
and in the end I dreamed of home.
feeling less alone.

mary angela douglas 18 february 2020