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...
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
TO BE SUNG IN WHITE TULLE, SILVER-SEQUINED
the king mislaid his
blueprints for the stars
and cries at night
into his golden shadow
lost courtiers kneel
before the showcase cakes
little children may not eat
no matter how long they say
they are sorry
that the toeshoe, thistledown moon
is slipping farther every day
down the rimed rose campion
windows of the castle.
but they will keep their
diamond latchkeys safe
at this rhapsodic distance from the sun-
from the sparklers' fizzy dreaming at the end-
from that last summer-
and bless - and bless-
eternal lily snows on the fleeting ground
mary angela douglas 25 may 2011
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