I WANTED TO BE CLEAR ABOUT THESE THINGS IN MY OWN MIND

 

I WANTED TO BE CLEAR ABOUT THESE THINGS IN MY OWN MIND

I wanted to be clear about these things in my own mind

Apple crisp, translucent as the green of April

To be in myself pale blue the colour of a Chopin etude

To go to sleep to the scent of apple boughs heavy with blossom

The humming of stars and planets like toy tops

I wanted to be clear that these images held me up

And not the posters of the spiels of the commercial

Appeals the politics of now

That beauty in its scarlet array upon the slightest autumn day

Was binding me to the earth and to my song.

mary angela douglas 16 july 2024