. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Lucinda. The Queen of Broken Hearts.

Saturday, April 2, 2022

Lucinda. The Queen of Broken Hearts.

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(A lone voice whispers)



I hope she still waits



My old wife in my old life called Lucinda



A great great descendant of the Quechuan people


Who once lived in the Cuzco valley in Peru 



From which grew



The Great Inca Empire from around 1100 to the 1530s



Before they were hunted and cut down by the Spanish 



Like curs



As they all cried out in pain in their native tongues



Please don't hurt us



That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste 



Clad in thick pink mink furs



Whose bright grey eyes 



Still shine I can only hope



With the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame



Which was once stolen



Like a thief in the night from the old gods



By the untamed one named Prometheus 



From heavens dark skies



Which always enhanced her beautiful face



Making her look like a modern-day Morgana 



The cunning sorceress



From the Arthurian legends



From where all her pagan blood probably flows



Even to this day 

She still even now



Holds and controls me like a pawn on her ethereal chessboard 


.

Enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break free and takedown



Her carefully constructed walls



Which she always stands on



So proud and tall 



And in these dark woods at the final stroke of midnight



Lost here in The Great In-Between



We sometimes still meet as I'm summoned by her soul



As she stands singing eloquently 



In her candlelit circle in the white falling snow



Worshipping Mother Moon and watching the dark skies



As its white clouds roll



Uttering strange ancient spells



Unknown to most



As she conquers me as I come into view from the East Coast 



Before I can yell



It's why I still visit



For I'm just hypnotised



And mesmerised by the delicious sounds 



Of her golden ringing summoning bells




Copyright John Duffy

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