Madeleine Crumbles

I remember the wine
and your tomes of wonder
but no nursery rhyme
in the book of hunger
And as you clung to a twine
in your final slumber
I said: this leads to a kite
up in the wild blue yonder
Follow the moon
wind in the willows
in the hollow coriander clouds
dance in the mist across the asylum
where the sirens echo in the snow
beyond the afterglow
you must
you must believe in magic
And we danced in the hall
on Madeleine crumbles
through Joyce’s The Dead
and The Lass of Aughrim
A Sea Spell in the dark
for the late Rosetti
you were alive as a lark
with a thorn of black confetti in your eye
Follow the moon
wind in the willows
in the hollow coriander clouds
dance in the mist across the asylum
where the sirens echoed in the snow
beyond the afterglow
you must
you must believe in magic