[small prelude on the pianoforte, for Ray Bradbury, gone:
August 22,1920 - June 5,2012]
oh all the rainbows have fallen into the
earth, headfirst-
and "snow without Christmas" as he cried
has stunned his sometimed midnight's
sunned chorales.
but - even now-
when the first curled handbell of grief is
chimed, at times, magnolia creamery of the
long before,
you're still in business
on the ivory keys of snowconed pages turning
in the lock
or filtering round pure
apricot sparkles down
oh God knows how-
my shuttered April mind.
it's wondering I dream to find
no new poet laureate of the homesick, but
distraught cloud horses whinnying on their own
in
folds of cerulean, coral, forestalled-
with storied apples offered: oh wrought of a
banished gold-
(as they are now) -
to keep them home.
the day wears on…we won't know clearly now
when dark ferrised earth kept turning into...
blossom ladened trees renew their snow and
petal the sweetheart mourning: "morning
minstrelsy is dead" throughout the vacant
orchards but is she
pale pink surprised into carmine-
by valentines received
in the afternoon mail
from one thought dead…?
while we as we behold through a looking glass
pinhole in the constellations:
his ice-cream coloured trollies
hauling back and forth
new circuses of sighs and working prisms-
("dewdrop, listen"…he whispered so we wouldn't
forget you ever-
or children would just let go and all at the
same time
their last balloons losing everything then
it felt that way, to them…)
It's got to be now on Opal Rails
somewhere else, going on…
couch this in bluebirds and hydrangeas…
and cool cups of lilied moonlight on the grass
of other planets looking just like home
held higher above our heads than these dreams
have ever been before: long
past the vast pinwheeled parades of the
strolling musicians, musicless
on earth,
but not where motley is torn-
its falling its falling through the evening
blind
and near
our particoloured tears, unending…
for the something unsurpassed
and all, all-in-all at last…
caught by a weeping God in a ruby red bottle-
the best firefly of the whole Summer…
mary angela douglas 14 june 2012 1: 49 p.m.
No comments:
Post a Comment