SOMETIMES I DREAM OF THE MOON OVER CALAIS

in homage to Peter Weir for his haunting beautiful film THE LAST WAVE...

sometimes I dream of the moon over Calais

the sea, the darkest shade of ink

or in waves of dreams I contemplate at random

any secluded bay and the sea is jade

the moon I think rosee

each cream tipped ripple in abeyance

as on an ancient scroll where all seems calm.

and whole.

but then from an antique vault of pearl

another scroll surfaces, an almost shattered world  and 

  one wave is tipped

up to the opal heights of the ancient constellations poised

and presciently I weep

for the villagers still asleep.

in their own dreams, self enclosed and oblivious.

mary angela douglas 13 july 2021