I Dream Of Starlings Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I dream of starlings
Never having seen them
pictured or on some summer hike
but here in my cream coloured room and reading
I imagine them blue black, purple against
The skies I imagine as infinity's turquoise set in a silver sweet doom
In the passage of the book I have underlined
Momentarily
Perhaps in real life as they call it
I could not recognize them
Perhaps they would lift off in a dark cloud
On the last day of the world and I
And I not cognizant of their migration
Unable to call them back from a Méliès moon
But anyway I dreamed them
Perhaps the way I dreamed them
Is the way they wished to be
Who can say now that the rose tipped auroras
have flared up
for perhaps the last time.

mary angela douglas 28 august 2024