. Poetry from The Great In-Between: A Woman with such Power

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

A Woman with such Power


(A lone voice whispers)


I hope she still waits


That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste


Who emanates such glimmer and sublime guile


With bright eyes which shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame


Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus 


From heavens dark skies to mesmerise and beguile


Enhancing her beautiful face



Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress 


In all the Arthurian legends


From where all her pagan red blood flows


She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break down


Her carefully constructed walls


When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight


Eating red cherries


Making my molten blood rush like wildfire throughout all my pulsating capillaries


Where we still meet as I stroll to see her standing still 


Singing eloquently in her candlelit circle


To the moon and watching skies and audience of spirits and hidden animals 


As white and grey clouds wave and roll


Uttering strange ancient spells unknown to most


As she conquers all who dare come into view before they can yell


It's why I still visit 


For I'm just like a hypnotised mannequin


Summoned when requested


By the delicious sounds of her ringing golden ritual bells


Copyright John Duffy

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