To The Unknown Poets Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

your soul, singing above the wilderness

is heard by angels, light years on their way,

stray stars.

fragments of star showers

blasted out of their shining perhaps

by covert experiments.

your Soul, honey of pears

no despair

fine as mist wasn't missed except by God

lived raggedly in the past tense barely shod

but sang on earth notwithstanding

a bird in cactused exiles

courting invisible roses

and the jeweless Nightingale.

grow pale as dawn now, fade from the fading.

no second guessing. poet in waiting.

may your memory be a blessing, your least

call.

to those who forget to

acknowledge you.at all.

mary angela douglas 17 october 2022; 20 february 2023