. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, August 30, 2026

Velumbound

 


A literal ghost story, where chains represent guilt and captivity. 


Here, the silver chains represent the specific "links" of past memories. 


Every time the ghost moves, the speaker is violently reminded of what they lost.


Title. 

Velumbound. 


(A lone voice whispers)

 

In the low hours

I still feel you


Still feel that soft touch of glamour as your ghost appears


Like a lost Jacob Marley


Cursed to walk 

The Midnight Road


For centuries


Haunting my every waking moment


Shaking your long silver chains which rattle my memories


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Revelation

 


(A lone voice whispers) 


Is there but a sensation 

More spiritual than


Interpersonal Relationships


Anything

More divine 


Than to feel unified

With another


For as emotional dreams


Flow


Like paper boats

To the Eternal Ocean


As the stars twinkle and the sweet winds of Heaven 


Blow gently through

The Sleeping Willow


Nothing is made to be single


For all spirits need to mingle


Whether it be good

Or sinful 


For even the wild mountains and blue waves 


Kiss the sun

Everyday


If only for a brief moment 


Before she disappears

And goes away


Some may say


Is it worth the soul-changing work


To live in happiness


Which can turn

So quickly 


To sorrow

Tomorrow? 


Always


For all those loud or silent


Sad or happy components


Turns our higher self 

Away from the darkness


Towards Heaven


By the soft glow of memories


Of someone

Beloved


We once cherished

And at a certain point


We were proud to know


Beyond all the tragedies


That may still flourish and grow   


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Interpersonal relationships refer to a strong association between individuals, who share common interests, and goals.





Saturday, August 29, 2026

The Great Metatron

 


Blessed be 

Velumbound


Did no one tell you that true Magic exists


Just hidden somewhere deep

In most societies


Sought after by convicts

Of the mundane


Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists


Whenever they're asleep

In pain


Some crying out for redemption or anything 


Linked to temptation


But still, it subsists 

In so many obscure places


And upon so many altars

Does it reside


For when it comes out to tempt 

The eyes of the juggernaut


Known as The Great Metatron

To look


One of the most powerful archangels

And interdimensional scribes


To the Book of Life


It causes so many other emotions

To like atoms collide


In the deep-minds


Behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races


As imagery

Emotions and engagement 


Runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone


The Great Secret

Is simply this


There's an old piece of magic in us

All


But sometimes

It only chooses to come out 


In those it made to speak


After a mighty fall

When they were weak


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Writing tip 101



For a dash of exquisite fun


Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity


When stimulating, visual imagery.


Through your soliloquy


So all those within your prose's proximity:


Can enjoy its delicious delivery


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Velumbound