The Dreaming Room Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how did it get here we wondered
when we first found it,
the dreaming room
did someone dream it here

pulling it in like a kite,
or a scarf of Art Deco flair?

they must have dreamt strong
because it didn't disappear
though it abounds with blue mists
vagrant sparkles

will we get out again
that depends
on so many things
it would take a lifetime to tell

and another lifetime
to recite it all competently
as though you were in
a schoolroom of dreams

aren't we
she softly asked
stuffing a silver knapsack full
of sapphire sparkles,

of the Timeless;
while I, well I lost track
how will we ever
find our way back

we will do well.
wearing God like a beautiful Shell.


mary angela douglas 26 september 2018