ashes from lentils to separate at last
by the break of day
or the bird flutters the one on its way
with the regal message
down and drowned into the icarian bay
how can I show you
the things that were marred that May
you were told in a dream to wander far away
when you fled the castle in the afternoon
and the music room
where all you learned to play
were the scales of memory
and at the end, to pray.
mary angela douglas 28 september 2021
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