I DREAMED IT WOULD BE RECITED TO ME

I dreamed it would be recited to me

In words of mother of pearl

The dream of the pearl poet

And I would see words like snowmelt

And feel the splash of glazed waters suddenly broken open

A feeling worth singing the dream birds sang

And heralded the Spring as though

There had never yet been Spring on earth

Poetry, or lilies branching from the Saviour’s brow.

mary angela douglas 13 august 2024