. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Wastelands of Shibboleth

Sunday, August 10, 2025

The Wastelands of Shibboleth

 


Foundation of the piece:


Does devotion and an otherworldly melancholy—but not despair—still exist beyond all we know?


And the does the power of love and memory, even when flesh fades. Even though simultaneously mournful and hopeful:


Inspire those we love who watch and hopefully wait?


What do you think?


Title:


The Wastelands of Shibboleth. 


(A lone voice whispers)


These nights are so long 


Now that I've crossed this dark sea with the child of Erebus


Singing the Coming Home Song


"I'm bringing them home Your Honor. For in life


They can go no further 


So we're all coming home to you


Our spirits, father, to a land undreamed of”


But I sometimes wonder, do you still miss me


My only love


As I stand beyond the third rock 


Now that I'm pain-free


For I'll still love you as long as the Hurrian Hymn is played 


Even as long as heartfelt prayers are made


To the peaks of the highest snow-covered mountains 


And into the deep depths of Agartha hidden fountains


My soul may be unreachable

And out of sight every night


Brought about by our Lord and Grace


But always remember I'm here


Just waiting in a pristine white room in a unique place


Where through my obsidian scrying glass


I can still see your beautiful face


By sun and moon, rain or shine


Fire or candlelight


To love you is all I now have 


To carry me through these endless nights


In these Barren Lands


To remind me, you were once mine, even though I've taken my last breath


When Death Messenger Charon called


I'll still love you through all the tragedies


As Thane of Glamis loved his Lady Macbeth 


For sometimes faith in love is all you can use


When you have nothing left to lose


So when God made me take my last breath


With a wave of his hand, like Nero of Rome


So I can hear the child of Erebus


Singing the Coming Home Song


I made his messenger Titan promise


That I'l see you better than ever, even after death 


When you too join me here in Shibboleth


The Wastelands 


Filled with those no longer wearing flesh 


(C) Copyright John Duffy


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