. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Are you still trying to clutch a Molotov Cocktail?

Friday, July 1, 2022

Are you still trying to clutch a Molotov Cocktail?

  


(A lone voice whispers)


Could the sorrowful echoes in empty minds

Mean it's time to remind lost souls

To carefully unwind


And revisit cherished times

When love was once so kind  



When Mother Moon dropped such a captivating warm smile

As wide as a nautical blue mile


Is it then they will know

Not to wait another second or a short while


Never to put Love on trial


But simply to embrace it and accept all it brings

Whatever your lifestyle


For real love has never always been for sale  

  

Even for the brave willing to pay the hard price

For a taste of a forbidden paradise


Some say she comes like a cunning lone thief in the darkest of nights


Just wanting new souls to sit with and gleefully watch new scripts play out


New stories filled with happiness

Sadness or even blackmail


For  

Fake love


Cheap love  

Bad love


Hard love  

Quick love


Every love but never true love


Some whisper and whistle

Has always been for sale


For finding true love is like clutching a Molotov cocktail


In a fast-flowing gale  

And trying to keep it lit


Some say it doesn't exist and it's just an old wives tale


But trust me  

When you've been burnt by that Molotov cocktail


You'll clutch on to it  

With all your strength


Until your coffin receives

Its last stainless steel nail


(C) Copyright John Duffy



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