Madonna of Mercy
The daisies sighed by the banks of brimming lake
My spirit colluded with iced clouds to overtake
Soon all above was uniform solder grey
And all below lush green Maidenhead.
Breathless electric tingles upon salt sorbet skin
Before the first cold drop of fulsome rain
Splashed in.
I spied a lissome woman then, lithe like vine
Swinging from Linden boughs in tangledwoods divine,
Like a vaporous mistladen dream etched so fine!
And in her hair was tucked in brightest marigolds
I washed my eyes clean of sorrow
in orange droplets bold.
She danced and sang and made her frisky way
Through paths of soggy leaves melting Elysian
Fields unclaimed
the foggy mist dispelled the visionary sprite
Forced me to seek shelter
Inside an ancient bower and hide.
The light of day reappeared after a long weary hour
My thoughts were jumbled my eyes steeped in tears
The soigné woman was gone the watery field was clear
Across gray cashmere skies Angola fleece appeared.
I waded into sullied silver of muddied lake
And gathered my breath in sharp intake
Floating in water were beauteous marigolds
In slender garland of delicate gold!
And the little girl who from far I spied
And thought I had beheld a most charming bride
Was just a little woman of ten years, if a day
With eyes of nutty chocolate and red lips so gay,
And she cast me a doe eyed glance that seemed to say
Did you have your share of my glorious day?
I nodded and smiled and touched by her crystal soul
Tried hard to lift up her garland with a slender pole
The little Madonna so merry, gestured then
For me to pin it upon my tangled mane.
And do you know how I coveted it?
More, oh mercy me,
Than gemstudded diademed wreath!
Wet and shy and giggling glee, I rose
Sporting her flowers upon capricious dripping locks
Innocent gracious Maria thank you for this precious woodland tiara
Joy has adorned me upon your dancing
carefree docks
The rain to me untold heavens brought,
And I shall carry with me forever feathery wrought,
Crown of angels
Your love and hope.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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