Snow Globe Vision Of La Belle Et La Bete Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Christ in his sorrowful incarnations
(and after the film by Jean Cocteau)

the teardrop diamonds in your hand
rueful rubies can't be spent
who are you really

do we even know?
bearing our disfigurement
in the desolate garden,

most desolate Rose

is it too late?
are you still there?
turning the ring three times I pray

for the ancient fairytale trumpets
the snow-glitter ready to descend-

mary angela douglas 1 june 2010