(A Mayberrie poem – re-post)
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And so, did you save
the key, m’lord?
Did you secret it away
to some safe isle?
I see you still
leaning at the threshold,
your face to be read
and kissed a million times
like a beloved poem.
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The chambermaid swears
the room never cooled.
She says the walls spark and flare
like the burning bush.
And at night
I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —
under what mat
did you stow the key?
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(c) 1995, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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Seasonings 
I enjoyed the playful tone of your poem.
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Thank you, Charlie! 🙂
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I wasn’t blogging when you created the Mayberrie series, so this is all new to me. It presents a whole “other” world, where the diction is that of courtly love and mystery even as it rings clear and song-true as a bell of today. More, please.
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Cynthia, I’m so glad you liked this! I forgot to include a link in my post but you can see the list of Mayberrie poems by clicking on the tab at the top of my blog. (There it also explains how the series began.) Thank you for wanting more! 🙂
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This one stands on its two feet away from the series Betty – it intrigues, and lingers in the reader’s imagination.
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Thank you for your comment, John. I like that you said it can stand alone. The Mayberrie poems are inconsistent in style and point of view and yet that’s how they have presented themselves through the years and I’ve just let them stand as they are for now. I appreciate your feedback!
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I read this as allegorical of, well, courtly love, shall we say!
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You read it correctly. “Courtly”, yes. 🙂
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