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
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