LET MY SPEECH BE HERE, OR IF, DENIED

LET MY SPEECH BE HERE, OR IF, DENIED

let my speech be here, or if, denied

 may I post telegrams of snow

 to the listening skies

 that turn in their opal sphere

 and balance on a point so far from here burnished

 and alive

 in words that cannot die

 that God immortal makes

 and on the winds of faery breaks not

 nor derides

 but flings upon the tides then may they row

 so foam endowed in flotillas of gold

 and bring then apples of delight

 that cannot fade

 to all the children for whom

 dreams were made.

 mary angela douglas 15 august 2024