Time Lapse Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the wind breaks high above the seas

that once were dust so long ago

and all we love must gather speed

to indicate the future snows

oh formerly golden

cape or horn

on maps we follow

not any more

we shall the angels all implore

in hushed syllables

far from land.

for those who later

may understand.

and intercept our ghost shipped cries

time lapse, roses, rains sweep through

enchanted continents may fuse

in our imaginations grazed

by the salient, silvered restive moons

when poetry was still untuned

irradiant, spyglassed afternoons.

the seas, filled up with clouds.

mary angela douglas 13 june 2023,