. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Cop who haunts me through my Scrying Mirror

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

The Cop who haunts me through my Scrying Mirror

(A lone voice whispers)


If I hadn't met you in my old life of solving crimes


In its ever-changing silvery mists


Filled with dark secrets and unknown or expected unwanted emotions


That can suddenly fluctuate between love and yearnings 

In intense twelve-hour shifts


Things that can drive a man nuts with all its deep cuts


I never would have understood the genuine price

The goddess of love can bring 

To make your old world sing


For Lady Aprodites sweet soul all-consuming kiss 


That unforgettable one which makes your heart pulse with crazy feelings

No one can ever predict 


I wouldn't have known the intense thrill 

Of running like a pair of reckless wild young convicts

Emotionally through all the green fields that suddenly opened up before us


Days and even longer nights

Filled with youthful dreams of rightful victories and short future stories

Overflowing with such epic glories 


Daydreams where we'd both be magnificent heroes and against all odds

Always win 


For profound hope used to faithfully persist 


Racing blindly past all the sad lonely old men and women 

Who like me 

Took a seat at Loves high table


All the while foolishly knowing the risks 

 

Tragic souls who now sit unsatisfied like me

With life as their only husband or wife


On their white-tiled porches  

Or behind white painted windows


Surrounded by falling invisible white feathers from unseen grief-filled kingdoms

I sometimes still see with my supernatural gift


My second sight in the middle of every night 

When the visions come calling 


Demanding I look beyond the reach of that irregular white lightning 

That breaches the dark skies 


Invisible to most like wondering ghosts

As it searches for new victims to strike


To bless and anoint them like John the Baptist 


To be one of lifes lonely wanderers

Cursed to lay untethered and unripe as soon as it hits


I can still remember though 


How we once challenged the almighty Zeus 

And all his many faithful other gods 


Thinking if this was life

This could only be as good as it gets 


Uttered wild oaths of fidelity to discard all spiritual permits

To his secret fraternities and revoked any unspoken unions


Raised hell when the moment needed its energies and courage 

To break all spells


But like thieves in the middle of one mournful night

Hunting for things written on their supernatural shopping lists

And tracking and following us like mythical bounty hunters


Time and his cousin, Solomon 


Caught up and separated us

Like junkyard dogs 


As we slumbered one fateful day 

And took you away forever

My life's only lover


But I pray somehow when I transfer into another lifetime

Into the Great In-Between


And when I finally walk through those alabaster gates 

Of that version of Heaven 


I hope and pray I find that familiar old house

You swore you'd once again build 


On the corner of a new Whitechapel 

On the left


At that moment if our wishes come to be true

I'll know then we'll be together forever 


And when the time comes 

To slowly dissolve into the everlasting purple and green hue 


Of the endless Continuum

With our last ever shared sweet kiss


Before we transcend


We'll both know deep down inside

We've beaten death at the very end


And I'll smile because I'll be reunited with you again

But until then 


Even though fate may have separated and broken our trust

I'll never stop playing lollipop at 3 am


Like Kojak on dark nights


With my Colt 45 Service Revolver


Just waiting for that familiar courageous loud bang

When I find the strength to pull the trigger 


Then all I can do is hope and pray

 God will reunite and absolve us



Copyright John Duffy

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