. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Call of The Saquestia

Sunday, September 3, 2023

The Call of The Saquestia

My life ended

At a quarter past three


When she came


My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany


The churchyard bells

Loudly rung


Old hymns and love songs 

Were beautifully sung


As I watched my wake

High on a hill 

Below


Sat under a grand old oak 

In the late November cold snow


I tried to say

It couldn't be true


Mused

I still lived

With so much more to give


But

My collector


Mary Lee

From Germany


Said


The Elementals

With fevered breath

Wait to savour your prose


So bid goodbye 

To all those you see


Or know


For as the sun still shines

You are now one of the dead


Marked by the Elder Futhark Rune


Uruz


By secretive rulers

Of you and me


So take my hand and

Wave goodbye to your old life's teachers


For The Saquestia

Awaits us


By the Golden Pole

That never rusts


Where the thoughts

Of the living 


Can never reach us


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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