Rising On One Bright Shoe Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

A pale chime sounds
I know that I
Will rise on one bright shoe
And block the silken steps I know
I never really knew
Were tolling from my dreaming mind
But I was waking every time
And turning rose to blue.
In plum dark shadows
Then in gold
I move beyond
All I've been told
And keep the secret things I know
Secret even from myself
Again the fairytale repeats
Its cloudy coda; it is meet
That sometimes through a mystery
We dance
And find the imprint of the snows by chance
Unknowingly upon our souls
Enacting still between the acts and fugitive:
A clockwork poetry
We do not own.
and yet, illuminate through Grace.
mary angela douglas 7 may 2024; 8 may 2024