The Scarlet Woman

 

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More channelling from The Great In-Between.

Tonight's visitor is The Scarlet Woman. 

Here's her story. Whispered as I patiently listened.

(A lone voice whisper)

With tired brown eyes that glisten

I can still remember when I was called by all

A Scarlet Woman

When I was once alive

Like I was been christened

But I never really cared

For I just loved him even more

 

Because hard love doesn't come without any risks

Especially for the unprepared 

I still miss you, Paul

I always used to call up 

Around at eight

When she went out working as a shipping clerk

To do my nights dirty work

We loved to smoke blunts and drink sweet white liquor 

After the floorboards had been well shucked and the living room lights flickered

We adored making small talk and watching the old wall clock tick

Me

Sat afterwards in my stunning red dress and smeared bright red lipstick 

And him in his white vest and blue jeans

I bet we both looked like complete lunatics

And as we felt the intense sexual tensions rise

As our wet skins once more screamed

What happens tonight in this bedroom

Will be our last time

A sweet poetic thought they wore out every night

For true love makes you commit all sorts of deceptive crimes

We made our way to bed once more 

Licked up with some cheap liquor called Moonshine

For we lived and danced in a blissful repertory of slim fingers 

And hungry wet tongues

A silent unspoken language of liberty and freedom

Bereft of no wrongs

We conjoined in Mother Darkness and prayed for the everlasting night

For we knew in the daylight

We must depart before she arrived

Oh how I should now feel truly sorry for my devious ways

But I was just another scarlet woman  

Chasing a married man

In one of the worlds many plays

If because of it

I'm dammed forever 

Who cares

If you're reading this

Somewhere out there 

In the land of the living 

Paul

It's me your sweetheart 

The one who once appeared and called every night

In the dark at 8

And loved you 

With all I had

Standing bravely owning all that online  hate 

This may be too late

But it's me

Rosanne

Always watching you from in here 

The Great In-Between

Inside these dark gates

Remember me when your time too comes 

And I'll find you before you stand before him 

Him who speaks in all the strange languages of the Holy Tongues 

When you're summoned for your reckoning 

By the beating of the Black Drums

Copyright John Duffy