I Lost The Colors Of Giotto Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I lost the colors of Giotto:
the steady pouring of
earnest angels; the
forerunning fuchsia
of generations of light

and fountaining ardor.

I lost the sorrowless
carmine quiet, the
rectitude of stars lapped
in lapis lazuli

the indigo stairwell of clouds.

I lost the olive branching, the
sweet cerulean days; the small
birds gathered in the lemon wind;

I lost my place at the shell pink window
and grieved for the shimmering ladder,
misplaced;
through the vacant castle I sought so many things
but the way was fused I lost
the sunset aureoles
the unchastening wing
then it seemed that I lost Earth
and all my tears flowed upwards
in the Space where you were not: I lost
the sundial in the shade

of your last rose

mary angela douglas 5 june 2009