The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 5

the outlines of...
what? a dream come true? a tar blurred view
an adjustable happenstance seen through
a something wept for years, and not yet done,
oh tears of tar
the half flown years in dun; spun
into a pearl edged stream of night
and dawn too heavy to bear the weight
this is flight, hallowed the angels
this is time
and chimed your brethren, out of sight
and this crossed flight crossed purposed
now to be
abandoned due to circumstance so
thunderstruck, too suddenly askew?
the black clouds roiling on the horizon
the gold swallowed whole, the gold swallow. swallow
where are you we call from the manifest
having no names when the smoke clears
debris of starlight everywhere, Archangel o Michael
new fallen, tears in flames; o morning dew burned up
the glass heavens
and our grief. that this is brief, too brief
till Light itself cried Michael!
take flight.
mary angela douglas april 16 2016
With acknowledgements to Mary Angela Douglas whose poem, and
accompanying source material, provided the title and impulse for this piece
1, Wikipedia
2, Mary Angela Douglas
3, Glen Gordon
4, Abbey Linclon