My pearlescent poems for you, my very best selected from my other blog TO THE RUSSIAN POETS at angelidicuoremare.blogspot.com which strangely, I can no longer edit nor add to. Anyway, welcome to the new blog my friend which is a culling of many colours and all for you in the name of lovely God, and the Trinity and my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas and other dear loved ones, of which you, also, dear reader, shine like an unnumbered Star. God bless YOU and worldwide lovely enduring POETRY...
Saturday, June 11, 2022
SNOW GLOBE VISION OF LA BELLE ET LA BETE
[to Christ in his sorrowful incarnations
(and after the film by Jean Cocteau)]
the teardrop diamonds in your hand
rueful rubies can't be spent
who are you really
do we even know
bearing our disfigurement
in the desolate garden,
most desolate Rose
is it too late?
are you still there?
turning the ring three times I pray
for the ancient fairytale trumpets
the snow-glitter ready to descend-
mary angela douglas 1 june 2010
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