Anomalie Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I have seen the after mirages of the visionary sometimes

and been effectively, momentarily punished for that seeing

but I still know despite all punishment

what I know and I do not dress for success because

it isnt the outward thing I want to be.

call me an anomalie or whatever you will

I am rooted in sheer poetry forever

and soon, this tree will grow wings and disappear

or leave its rings in a mirroring lake

from which forgotten kingdoms rise.

mary angela douglas 6 august 2019