I ONLY SEE

back then we thought the emerald way
would always be ours
the golden hours of play

the witches few.
the curse lifted in the midnight tome
the Kingdom sparkle under a new moon.

how I have yearned for you,
lost fairy tale worlds
your silvered spinning-...

at every hour I must be winning back
and follow every track of, every trace
the grim have erased.

let the race be to the swift

and the lid be lifted on the miseries.
I only see blue fairied Hope
the ferry to the green slopes of Avalon and

the King Returning, the end of wrongs
and hear: the vast, autumnal Airs-
the rubied orb of Song.

mary angela douglas 23 august 2018