Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged apathy, lack of empathy, poem, Poetry, satire, self-absorption, separation, siren, sleep on March 25, 2013| 16 Comments »
(From 1986)
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It screams a common wail
at night
while we in separate sleep
hear cries
of banshees calling for a mate
or
noon whistles – time for lunch
or
warnings of war
or
a bad opera
and
then we awaken
from our dreams
it’s someone else’s problem
we shrug our collective shoulders
and drift back
into the sleep
of apathy.
.
© 1986, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle flame, clairvoyance, Love, Maeberie series, passion, Poetry, separation on May 2, 2012| 34 Comments »
(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.
.
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
the battle-weary men at rest,
tending to their fire.
And in the shadowed edge there stands
a single silhouette.
.
He turns her way
as though he feels her near
and as he does
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.
.
© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, light, Love, muses, passion, poem, Poetry, separation on December 27, 2011| 25 Comments »
She holds a sphere
of golden heat
in outstretched hands
raised to the sky.
O Eros,
she prays secretly
please take this round
of your creation,
guard its flame
forever more
and I’ll dance sweet
to tinder-music,
one man’s fire
seared into my palm.
.
(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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