"boys and girls come out to play
the moon doth shine as bright as day...'
=Old English Nursery Rhyme
crossing the lawns, I see them by moonlight
in fanciful dress and with their antique toys
the children who make no noise by day
ghost children over the merry green
as seen by Blake or in other rhymes
of the English kind in the orchards of Walter De La Mare
scooping bright berries with mirroring spoons and under the
restless trees content with cherries;
trailing the blue mists of dawn
and the rose ones.
silver in their play.
I see them stray and gather each other up again
in circle games
and toss the ball into the heavens so that it is meteor bright so
that the angels retrieve it, laughing
in their variegated Christmas moods.
and there is bread and milk for them as in a fairy tale and
never doom
and sweets too so that the air itself is spun sugar and the
clouds.
and the milk is from the moon
and it shines like pearl poured from the blue the dark blue
pitcher of the skies.
I see them, every boy and girl
and they are free with no disguise
as dreams are until sunrise and beyond
and the world for them is cloth of gold
as it was not on earth
and they are made of the marigold sun the morning one
and know all the exits into God. and right from wrong
as it was for them on earth
and have left me this song.
mary angela douglas 11 july 2020
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