. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The lady in white by the Rowan Tree

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

The lady in white by the Rowan Tree

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(A lone voice whispers)



Are we just always reborn 

And made to look for love like lonely lost fools



Only to always lose it 

To try to find it again

 

 

Are we made to be heartbroken to seek someone new 

To take away the pain



Is that one of Life's many Mysteries Schools 

Unspoken rules

 

 

Are we born alone like lonely lost figurines 

To seek friends or new experiences to help us reach the end

 

 

And at our end 

Are we just human


Men and women just constantly reborn 

To atone for sins


Perhaps committed when we were first here


All those years long ago

Way back when



When Love was original and free 

And humankind could be anything it once prayed it could be

 

 

I once met someone 

Who noticed me

 

 

One day as I waded knee-deep into the Holy See

By the Rowan Tree


I met a lady in white called Annabel Lea


Her name is still a beloved red rosary full of happier times


And for a short time, we lived and loved getting up early in the low country

But like all things in my life



They are now just broken dreams and waiting for my time to end 


By the Great Mortal Rock

I now stand upon 


As St Peter 

The Keeper of Keys


Looks on

 

 

I sometimes wonder in the quietness of this darkness


Does she still remember me

My beloved Annabel Lea


 

Or the day we first met



Many years ago

In late November

 

When her dim yellow light

I once did see by the Rowan Tree

By the sea


 

In these moments

A painful thought still lingers



Will death make me forget her like the winters winds soon

As it blows so effortlessly in from the West 

 

 

Am I but a mere footprint in Times logbook of wet never-ending rhymes 



And is her love for me one of this life's subtle sins  

The toll keeper in the Great In-Between 


Peter

Will eventually find and call in


When in due course I'm reborn again 

To start a new campaign

 


To pay for all my previous crimes 

When I once left my true love as I died 


And left her tragically behind


By the Rowan Tree

In Holy Galilee



(C) Copyright John Duffy 2022

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