Architects, Amaze Me! Commanded Ray Bradbury, Heart Full Of Wonders

imagine a museum of roller coasting tales

of wild eyed carousels, the rain stippled horses

of far legend

a museum of winds. of rains:

the pattering, the misunderstood and now redeemed jeweled beadings on old windowpanes, on roofs the color of fire

imagine...

a museum of green rivers and greener trees

and summer dioramas and children brimming over

with field flowers.

even then, is it enough?

in a corner of stained glass radiance

rosier than Chartres

with isinglass rose petals opening

on the day:

a yellow house

is not torn down is not torn down is not

torn down.

is here.

to stay.

mary angela douglas 26 february 2015

Northern Lights

[to Rainer Maria Rilke and his angels]

this- glazing of angels

melting of Chartres.

this- herd of winged colours:

lightenings of mint and rose.

edged in deep lemon, inside of  a Shell?

a shell of blazing quiet assailed by shimmering.

and if it has a name, whose is it?

who are you etching in icy skies

these violet banded flights

outside the frightened houses

drawing back, as if they could, and chalked in white

as if to mark the place excessive Beauty ranged:  

raveling and strange:

the Distant Heart's glissandos,
ringed with snow

mary angela douglas 25 december 2014;last two lines added
 26 december 2014