IN MY MIND AND WITH PLUMAGE FINE

 

IN MY MIND AND WITH PLUMAGE FINE

In my mind and with plumage fine

Sometimes I see the ghosts of noble people

Gleaming a moment by the stair

Shedding a tear in the twilight turning

Every evening sky I know

Into the place where they will go;

Vanish, melt like Shakespeare’s players

Leaving me to ponder

Their mute gestures at the edge of Time.

mary angela douglas 15 march 2024