A Mayberrie poem – the conclusion (but never really the end)….
Thank you to everyone who’s had the patience to plow through this long series.
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Skipping Stones
….continued from previous post, “Through the Door”.
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Alas, it was all over.
The end had come –
or had it now?
When the world stopped spinning
she took a breath
and looked around.
What strange place was this?
Un-candled lights on the walls,
softly covered floors,
and what odd costume
’round her body?
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And there, a man –
also dressed in foreign clothes
was watching her intently.
He was not unlike her king
with penetrating eyes
that knew her better
than she knew herself.
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He reached out lightly,
touched her face,
explored her cheekbones,
chin and brow.
Drawn to him
(she could not stop herself)
she threw her arms around him
wanting nothing more
than to be with him forever.
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But this moment is just fleeting,
he whispered in her ear,
for we are two stones skipping
on the waves across the sea.
At the end
we’ll reach the shore together
for this love will always be.
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And so it is,
that in another time and place
neither king nor queen are they,
but carefree lovers
dancing underneath the trees
in the boundless fields
of a reborn Mayberrie.
And somewhere in the meadow
the old lady of the woods
hums an ancient melody
and smiles.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
An ending which promises a new beginning…very nice done my friend.
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Thanks very much, Charlie!
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A fine and perfect ending to the saga, and one , as slpmartin says, leaves room for new beginnings! Hugs XXXXXXXXXXX
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Thank you, Willow – yes, new beginnings… someday when the time is right.
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😉
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Printed. Heading for church–
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Thanks for reading it – and don’t think of it as the “end” of Mayberrie – it’s just the end of one story/lifetime. There will be sequels, one way or another. 🙂
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Oh good! I’ve read both pieces that I printed out–I love it, of course, and the “two stones skipping” echoes hauntingly in my mind and heart. I wish the whole Mayberrie story could be a movie, made Exactly as you intended–not messed up by Hollywood–it’s so rich and captivating.
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What a thought – having it made into a movie! I’d want a young Meryl Streep to play “her”… and a blue-eyed Dutchman to play “him”. Thanks for reading them all – (though I know it got a little looooong for most people! 🙂 )
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Interesting how we would choose actors, “when they were younger”, to play our movie parts–guess that’s why we’re poets and not in the movie industry!
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Heh!! Yeah, interesting. 🙂 But then the characters in Mayberrie were just “kids”…. Ah to be so young again.
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My heart and mind opens to you, Betty. 😉 and I rest assured you smile as you read these words.
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Ben, my gratitude for that!
And the song is one of my favorites. My computer speakers aren’t working, so I dug out my Judy Collins CD and played her version – it certainly fits – thank you! 🙂
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I certainly felt it was appropriate. And if you get a computor working with sound …
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Hopefully soon!
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Skipping stones. I love it.
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And thank you again!!!!! 🙂
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I have to agree with your other comments, Betty, a perfect ending and a new beginning all in one! 🙂
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