some poets, you know
just wanted to say: something, anything
beyond the ordinary day
something with pomegranates and bells sewn onto it
as in the Holy Scriptures
effulgently radiant
the Rose of light that rose for Dante to emulate.
for me who am still at core a child at seventy
I think like Maeterlinck:
holy is the sugar in the bowl in the sweet blue bowl
dark bread on the table
the honey gold of butter
and Light in the doorway famiiar in our home.
mary angela douglas 5 october 2021
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