Angel Redouble

Another rondeau redouble, and another revision of the Angel of the Odd. I still am not completely happy with this poem.

Angel Redouble

The angel of the odd reaches down.
He cradles the forlorn and the lost,
Holding them tightly, and with a frown
Wipes away tears of the storm-tossed.

He started with socks, then at great cost,
Expanded his mission, searched ten towns.
He cherished losers, all those star-crossed;
The angel of the odd reaches down.

Girls at the prom in hand-me-down gowns,
Dreamers and nerds and all kinds of dross,
Little lost lambs and little dogs drowned,
He cradles the forlorn and the lost.

Never forgetting, and never quashed,
The angel loves and numbers his own.
Year upon year, poor, ragged or posh,
He holds them tightly, wearing a frown.

He sings in their hearts, tales of renown,
You are not losers, need not be bossed!
You each are a jewel, part of a crown!
He wipes the tears of all the storm-tossed.

The angel of the odd reaches down.
He cradles the forlorn and the lost,
Holding them tightly, and with a frown
Wipes away tears of the storm-tossed.