we felt history a mere turning of the leaves
the red and gold of the beads unstrung
of the necklacing around us come undone
and the copper
sun's crying into the silver cloth of clouds
for what could not be found
for the shadows of the flights
going over us in the turquoise air
and the doll finery coming apart
and I have the key to the jewelry box heart
and I will turn it in a plaid cotton dress
and the sash untied on the way home from school
and the golden rules unbroken
or carry the milk tokens into a careful land
with one hand practicing the scales of opal
while the other hand weeps musicless
for the rainbow starred page.
the acute brightness of the afternoons
and the strewn gold the cold of apples
in the fairy tale
with the inset moons
in the ebony dark
where we depart
in the summer grass
on the appliqued day
called suddenly away...
mary angela douglas 3 april 2017
we felt history a mere turning of the leaves
the red and gold of the beads unstrung
of the necklacing around u come undone
and the copper
su'ns crying into the silver cloth of clouds
for what could not be found
for the shadows of the flights
going over us in the turquoise air
and the doll finery coming apart
and I have the key to the jewelry box heart
and I will turn it in a plaid cotton dress
and the sash untied on the way home from school
and the golden rules unbroken
or carry the milk tokens into a careful land
with one hand practicing the scales of opal
while the other hand weeps musicless
for the rainbow starred page.
the acute brightness of the afternoons
and the strewn gold the cold of apples
in the fairy tale
with the inset moons
in the ebony dark
where we depart
in the summer grass
on the appliqued day
called suddenly away...
mary angela douglas 3 april 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mere turning of the leaves talk about history amazingly. This is very interesting poem shared here. Wisely penned on history topic....10