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“Un Ange” {An Angel} Marianne Stokes

once i was an angel

whose wings were so white

every color could be seen within;

my hair and halo shone gold at night

with lips of  pink and eyes of  blue

i truly was a heavenly sight.

{ ahem…  well,  that’s what i was told. }

one day God spoke to me “I AM SENDING YOU TO EARTH TO BE GUARDIAN ANGEL FOR HUMANITY.  YOU ARE NOT TO INTERFERE!  MERELY SEND ME QUARTER-CENTURY REPORTS.”

“but Lord” said i  “do you really think i’m the right angel for this assignment?  after all,  i have no experience with humans.”  { Peter and i had a thing goin’  on,  you know? }

“TAKE THIS ROSE ~ SO LONG AS IT REMAINS PURE WHITE ALL IS GOING ACCORDING TO MY PLANS.  IF IT TURNS DARK,  I WILL HAVE TO VISIT ANOTHER FLOOD UPON THE EARTH.”

i didn’t even have time to give Peter a proper goodbye.

God sent me down to Earth to keep tabs on

…i mean,  watch over…

the Earth and humans and all ~

time passed quickly for i had much to discover.

one day Peter came to visit but i would have none of  it

feeling he could have come earlier if  he really cared a whit.

“Rose”  said he
looking aghast at me

“it can’t be true…
is that really you?”

“whatever do you mean?”  i queried innocently.

“where once your wings were white
they’re now as dark as night;

“what’s happened to your golden hair?
 i’d suggest a bottle of  Loreal hair dye if  i dare…    ( after all,  you’re worth it! )

“judging by the color of  your halo,  you’ve fallen short.”
{ it was here i couldn’t help but snort! }

“my God,  your reputation will be completely shred
if  you return to Heaven with lips that red!

“pray tell what happened,  my still lovely Rose,
please say that this is not what you chose!”

“it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind

you said i’m lovely so i know you’re not blind ~

aren’t you attracted to my new earthly charms?

don’t you want to take me into your arms?”

shaking his head,  Peter plucked the now-gray rose from my fingers
“when Father hears about this,  you’ll find no refuge!
not on Earth or in Heaven or even in Hell.”

walking away,  i whispered  “après moi le déluge.”

{ after me,  the deluge. }

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there are some absolutely fabulous photographs of  George Harrison in this video as a teenager through The Beatles and beyond  { i love the one where his long hair is in curls at about 2:10 }

“My Sweet Lord”   George Harrison

artwork ~  “An Angel”   Marianne Stokes
{  public domain }  ( click on the image to go to site )

originally posted  30 August 2011

i must share credit {or blame} with two other poets  {they may very well wish i wouldn’t} ~  Coal Black‘s  poem  “the funky angel”   changed the direction i was taking by 180 degrees;  and i must give credit for the exit line  “après moi le déluge”  to Ainsley Allmark  ~ thank you for finding what i could not.

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