Art Song I Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

because you sang of the moon impearled
as if you held all pearls in your hands
they banished you from the Music Room


and exiled you to a foreign land
where strange birds caw from the chinaberry trees.
but all your songs come back to me

come back to me on a variable wind
and I transcribe from the tone deaf world
scorned beauty's skirls.

and witness the shining retinue
the gold leafed trees
in a variable wind.

mary angela douglas 9 november 2018