too contrary and strange
and not a crystal slipper at all
the distortions we must arrange
to be admitted at the Poetry Ball.
I dont care. I wasnt writing for crystal anyway
but for the Dayspring
to the fountain of all words
heard and unheard melodies are best
said Keats at rest
and the dell overcrowded with violets
the year's at its rest I sing amid the flowers
and I will not depart
the Lord of Hosts
who has my heart.
mary angela douglas 12 april 2020
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