if you break the ripples in the water
will you enter the looking glass of the lake
will the perseid showers make then an appearance
and all around the rim of the rose will there be dew
these questions I almost asked You
breaking the web of a garlanded silence
in star flecked chiffon on the night in question
fleeing to hear the greenwood's fretted song
now I abide in the snow flecked time thereafter
the glitter dome shaken the question on the other side
and know that I am still the bride
bearing the selfsame riddle on the urnward tides.
mary angela douglas 17 february 2021
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