ME | Preseages


Out of dust, children’s poets
enter dandelion houses in time.

Poesy, the bard — the unattained —
golden hours stepping heavenward.

Trust mental solitude, twilight wayfarer:
religion is a dream – an incident – errors.

Opine pilgrim-duty’s life-long martyrdoms:
reason –self-punishment – mutual annihilation.

Still, the drowned mariner answered the summons
Added his aging voice to the eleventh hour farewell.

Ah, flowers of innocence – sleep of plants– the brook!
Childhood’s laughter echoes the ministering spirits too.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Maine Women Poets
Process: Pick and mix cento