beautiful theories imploded
we went home to the folkways
where shimmering beans were planted
and the harps amazed.
and you were the one half turning
when the bells called deep and round
turn back turn back Dick Whittington
to London town
we will ransack all the treasures
that can astound
in the bookshop lanes
the tea shops glittering
the Lost Child found
and a kind of grace settles down
and the cries of those who sold their wares
all cherry bright and cherry ripe
and caroled upon the stair
the ghosts of those you loved
the valentine and the dove
sweet sweet reprise
the pearl edged tuning of the harp
and the heart's refined disguise.
mary angela douglas 6 september 2017
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