Song of Calliope

 

Song of Calliope

Shall we begin?

Amongst the murky misty encroaching images

A surreal scene: the creators of Casablanca, would have been proud to call their very own

My new muse, Calliope 

Wandered and appeared, walking like a real siren

Stepping straight into view

Wearing a stunning Fashionista's white dress 

She appeared right out of the blue 

Bent and with tasty red sweet lips

French kissed my soul back into life 

Watched by cautious eyes

Who had sent her to help me get through

By dwellers 

Who stood hidden in the crescent glow 

Of the Full Strawberry Moon

Which hung high in my mind's purple-hued sky 

Like an unearthly tribute to mortal pain 

Where all those suffering 

Made her a seat and bade her welcome 

Into their bedroom 

In the falling night rain

I now seem to reach out earnestly to crave her soft touch 

As those old emotions of being alone 

Systematically kneel, submitting to be slain, like a reborn Cain

My Calliope came gliding in majestically last June 

Riding on the backs of handwritten messages

Exchanged through spiritual friends one glorious day 

As they discussed my story and all its many open and well-known wounds

Notes that said I was available now I've found freedom from old sacred vows of fidelity

Once spoken 

In hushed verses, that someone else had recently foolishly broken

We now stand firmly upright whenever we meet

In straight lines in new lands of holding hands whilst we're walking

Enjoying talking and telling each other funny stories 

Like meeting each other was foretold to be our calling

At this very moment, as I sit here 

By the attic window by this old Riverside Cafe 

In the Parisian winter cold

Looking out in quiet confinement and contemplating how my once sad life

Suddenly turned to gold

I still in these quiet moments of soul-searching reflection

Embrace my newly found harmonious serendipity and all these treasured moments and intimate reunions

Where two newly introduced souls with such effortless proclivity  

Merged together as if guided by a strange sense of supernatural compatibility

Was I carefully scrutinized by those Hidden Watchers? I sometimes wonder 

Angels

Who stand on blue milk crates in those black unknown voids

Fluctuating between time and space

Trying to find ingenious strategies and heavenly constructs to illuminate 

I hope my much-cherished and treasured face

Who knows, but now I've found a compatible world

A fascinating realm replenished endlessly with laughter

Celebrated and baptized at midnight by soft wanton lips through ink 

Which collide together so passionately

Forever I hope in close proximity, whenever I think 

I may never know all the answers, but in poetic scripture 

Song of Calliope says

Use me as a guide 

To reveal your heart's pain

As a sacred meeting place where love and pain can be resolved again and again 

Until it's nullified, for with you walking at my side

Our love can help you renew to feel more self-satisfied 

©John Duffy