09 May Carmelite Sister
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in Poems
Pretty Carmelite
She, a Carmelite sister
Dismounts a nimbus destrier
Harvest gold and cream arranged
Arcs her string on a bow of rain
Waters wash her bare feet clean
She traipses through the sinking scene
The buildings shift and tumble down
With feathered fringe she looks around
And something foreign finds her thinking
Toppled towers in waters plinking
From sun to sun the horizon clears
She lifts her nose and perks her ears
Pretty Carmelite
She, a Carmelite sister
Holy Spirit away has whisked her
Wed to the web of holy powers
Daughter given to Canon Hours