I wandered out at midnight in the land that man forgot
on the grassy stones of Cork where the bands of druids trought.
Where the periwinkle grew in the dew-soaked loam of foot
I met a fair skinned beauty where our eyes met for a look.
To the west a flash of lightning briefly drew our thoughts apart.
Now the thunder rolls, and briefly gave my dewy lass a start.
She jumped into my arms and gave out a little yap,
in my arms, we tarried, we kissed, and then we laughed.
Could the heavens open up on me to toil a thunderclap?
Could I wander in the boggy on that day amixt’ the trap?
Was it fate or fond despair that opened me to this fair dream?
Was it maiden fair that kissed me...that led me to believe
that the man I once was still existed in this mortal shell.
Will I take the chance to love her or condemn myself to hell?
Would I ever have known such a lucky man that I became
if I never wandered out that night where druids ‘for me came.
I took her hand and led her to a place I’d been before
down a stony path, ‘mixt the heather by a lovely untamed shore.
I laid down my linen overcoat for her and I to lie
and she shed her cloths and proudly stood with moonlight over high.
She came to me and made a bed with heather and with linen.
We slept the night, after a spell, a spell by druids given.
So fair, the fate of Womanhood, so sweet a blushing tune
that she and I did wrap beneath the woven threads of waning moon.
Like earthen spring the flowers wild do wander to a nook
to drink their fill of giving life that flows within the bubbling brook.
Loves’ life, that thrives in woman’s spring she gave to me in deed
to set aside, with the thousand summers…of man’s unquenching need.
Then, morning’s light...we kissed so sweet, the Angels pardoned us.
They knew ‘twas a man’s dreaming, and they dare not make a fuss.
This memory so strong cannot asunder to the fate
of angel's lusty longing, or objections to our state.
This alabaster lass of mine was sent from heavens giving.
For druids sake, it may not…shall it be just a misgiving?
Did the sable haired lass continue through my age still a believer?
Does it matter? Do the fates of man depend on one endeavor?
Does the night winds’ howl advance another cry within the night
of a dreamer who lies shivering, crying, lonely at his plight.
Or, does man dejected, love another caring, loving soul?
To these thoughts the druids whispered…yes, of course it is so.
So I built my love a castle shining…built on troubled air
where the breezes still hold periwinkle in my mind somewhere.
I see my Andy…in dreams unchanged from when, in morning’s light,
we woke in linen and in heather kissing, and holding tight.
Not a summer’s night has passed within the crimson path of hearts
Somehow, we did wander off through lonely turn of currents march
To see you. No, to touch you…now. Too heavy is the crushing cross
that weighs me in the eyes of flesh, do masquerade as memories lost
Someday, when earthly shackles lend to bid my body rest,
Her name will be the last thing that I say with happy breath.
Author notes
My first "Andrea" poem, a little wordy, but a true story, underline story. I hope dear reader, that you can make it through to the end. I think it is worth the effort. Bob
Written April 29th, 2006
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Hi Bob,
Have I told you before how much I love this poem?
Every time you add to this, it gets better. I love the idea you told me about...DO IT!
One question:
"Not a summer’s night has past within the crimson path of hearts"
"past" or..."passed"?
You are one of few poets I know of who return to a poem over and over in an effort to improve on it. That never seems possible with this poem, but somehow you manage it every time.
Much love,
~J.
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This is just magical and so filled with imagery and beauty...I adore the last line...very profoud! You are most talented. Your words dance freely through the mind!
Blessings~
Az
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Hi Bob,
Reading again...and loving it just as much. I can't tell exactly where you've made changes, but I still stand behind every word I said earlier about this poem. The flow is still excellent. I thought this perfect before, so I'm not sure how you could have improved on it. But I will trust that you have because it IS beautiful...every word.
Much love,
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Bob...
I'm taking a much-needed break from Rick's poetry to read some of yours.
I decided I'd start at the back and move forward, and I'm not sorry I did...I have always loved your "Andrea" poetry. To be able to look back on our past with someone and remember them with softness and tenderness is one reason I believe love...even lost love...is worth the often painful cost. This write is filled with nothing but the sweetest of thoughts, no trace of the bitterness that often accompanies love's memories. The imagery is outstanding, and the story is worthy of a great novel.
A little "wordy" ??? Perhaps...but if Shakespeare had been into word economy, think of how much beauty in words would have been lost. Sometimes, we need a lot of words to properly tell our story, and I think you have done so beautifully and poetically.
Much love,
~J.
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thisindeedisadeepdarkandlovingrealmoftwohearts.
I particularly very much enjoyed how you brought the angels in and by these circumstances. I've never felt it happen that way before!! -
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Thanks for reading, Fallower.
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Wonderful
Bob:
So much beauty you have painted with liquid words of Ireland of old. Lovely lasses, lavender and castles in the air. All of these with foundations under them. Beautiful dreams expressed in detailed sequenses. This is one of your better writes in this category Bob. Keep up writing the wonderful expressions you have in your mind and heart. I have never read such beauty amid Druids. -
Nicole,
If you would like to read about an ancient Irish mass wedding in the tenth century (Druid) in Dov Lan (Dublin), read Midsummer's Whispers. Please read the authors comments with annotation first. Bob
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The spirit of Ireland calls to me and though I have never seen it in more than just pictures you have given me something to look forward to even more than before.
You paint with words just as powerful as with your brush. Thanks so much for recommending this one to me.
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This is so beautfully haunting. Good work.
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Ummm... I read this already, a different post?
dee
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This is an excellent read! Different sensual than what I'm used to reading and I think that's why I enjoyed it so! Very well done! Thank you for sharing and for entering the contest!!! Bravo!
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This poem like you asked me to read is amazing! I love how detailed you described it all. It's nice to meet you in the group thankyou for sharing your poem with me I loved it very much^_^ Good luck on the contest
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This poem like you asked me to read is amazing! I love how detailed you described it all. It's nice to meet you in the group thankyou for sharing your poem with me I loved it very much^_^
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This is good I like it. Great job thanks for entering.
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Bob, this is very good, but I would sugest more contrast in the letters or some will give up on reading this great poem, Rick -
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I love it,so ghostly,so emotional
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