Mercurial, Rattled By The Winds Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

silver nitrate flakes off the sun

and in the end it's antiphonal

in your autumnal dream



the leaves are rust only

we speak of amber

and are not convinced



putting up fences from

fallen stars, the remnants of meteors

we are



the wind is sound not space



not letting you know, not a day too early

nor too late

who are you now



did you slip the gates

how have all images run



quicksilver from

the hurricane force that yesterday

removed all houses



from the landscape

of Time.

and rendered the maps to ash.



mary angela douglas 22 november 2019