(a Mayberrie poem)
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Once a week
she braves the village,
trades her woven scarves
for bread and cheese,
and candle sticks.
She offers just a veiled smile
and searches every face;
she dare not speak
of things she shouldn’t know.
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At dusk she climbs the deer path
to her cottage on the hill
and there she lights one candle stick.
As wisps of smoke slide up the wall
like lovers twined
she gazes at the flame and sees
battle-weary men at rest
tending to their fire;
and there!
in the shadowed edge
a single silhouette.
He turns her way
as though he feels her near.
She reaches through
the waxen light
and hangs her heart
around his neck,
then throwing kisses
to the night
she banks the fire
in his eyes
and blows the candle out.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post, revised)
You weave such wonderful images with your words…love this.
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Thank you – glad you like it, Charlie. 😊
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Beautiful 💜💝
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Thank you, Willow. 💓 💓
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Often when I read a Mayberrie poem I envision it as being a window into a world we could all enter through a book (or two or three). Have you ever considered such a project?
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Yes I have, Ben, but have lacked the energy to research what it would take to do so. Would need to find someone willing to help but in my “real” world no one is interested in poetry, writing, publishing, editing, etc.
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Regretably I understand the problem.
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Thankfully we do have WordPress… (And I’ve slowly been going through old poetry, rewriting, tweaking, polishing, just in case the opportunity arrives. Financial and otherwise… I know you too have volumes of material just waiting to be published in book form. ☺
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Poignant write full of emotion. Well done.
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Thank you, Renee!
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Yes, I have read some of your Mayberry poems before individually, without thinking of them as part of a series as such. I will have to remedy this casual approach.This poem has great poise: a beguiling blend of intrigue and romance. Phrases like ‘waxen light’ are so simple yet so vivid.
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Thank you for such kind words! You’ll notice I’ve changed the spelling of Maebery. Mayberrie was too reminiscent of the old sitcom over here (The Andy Griffith Show). Also I haven’t named the characters. Might leave it that way, but “Ruben” keeps popping into my head for the “he” in these poems….
Anyway, thanks so much for your interest! It’s still a work in progress…needing to revise, etc.
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You are welcome!
That explains why I found variant spellings. I don’t think the TV series has been shown over here but I looked it up on Google yesterday, trying to get to the bottom of the name of your blog.
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I appreciate it that you spend time looking into the depths and meanings of such things. That means a lot to me!
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