Children In Their Dreams, Dreamed Apple Green Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

children in their earliest dreams,
dreamed in apple green
translucent in their souls.

we are where the light shines through
their angels sang
and small bells rang.

who was there to tell them
correcting in red pencil:
this Spring may not last

when May was everywhere?

come to pass,
they breathed on windowpanes
when the frost paintings appeared.

and who could grieve
them in their primary towers
turning the page of gold,

the page of rose.

who would offend their angels now
changing the meaning of music
so that there is no sound

but only noise.
so many.
but music is from the spheres

the ancients knew
and star inscribed
like the bride doll framed

turning down the lanes
of the embellished imagination,
truculent, reprobate nations, farther

than politics can prove, disprove.
even farther than you'll construe
in the kingdoms

that may not be overthrown.

mary angela douglas 3 october 2017