On A Girlhood

you made of your feelings something like a crystal

mysterious and grand elongated here where there are more colours

streaked with rose, with the green of leaf and briar

it grows slowly accumulated mornings where the light shines

through sheer curtains in summers, on holidays at home

and the blue frost is like a friend

red leaves on the ground and you walking there absorbed in music

you feel the clouds are yours whenever they are overhead or 

that the moon when it disappears is only playing

as if a Princess had let slip down a golden medallion into a Spring 

well because of the hyacinths, the wild violets

not yet have you learned many things disappear and this is anguish

many things you thought were  wedded to you for life

but the soul goes on retaining everything building the crystal to the end

it will shine in heaven no matter what was said to you here.

mary angela douglas 2 october 2020