FOR CAEDMON

 

FOR CAEDMON

Caroling blackbirds sing on

In the ruined margins of the daydreaming monk's

notation

And thus were the glass bell ringers

Suspended in my song; 

Bells fuming on a purple wind

And envy set in

Like a bruised cloud

Over the innocent Sun.

But May shall return cerulean music

And in wild violets I will find the snows

The festal crowns the maypole ribbons 

In shunned reveries

As a girl I had let go.

mary angela douglas 9 may 2024