Piano Or Starling Or Music In Any Disguise Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

piano or starling or music

in any disguise surprises us

each time with sentiment from some other realm

unfurled like the flag of Rilke's far spaces

and makes me weep for something else somewhere

mislaid and filagreed

the traces of

how the music reaches

what can never be said hushed though the winds become

in so many complicated threads

each one, another shade of gold

like the rose gold near the heart

in the locket folded

the song you would wish to sing

if only you had, snow graced,

the aureole, wings to find it

in a celestial season

flashing like a star.

transcribed.

mary angela douglas 4 november 2022