Wed-ded

Published on by Laura Bloomsbury 
We broke some bottles, rules and pentagrams
just  to be damned
We joined in war till fervour conquered all
with each nightfall

That's how it was - such crazy, hungry days 
passion ablaze
That furnace welded both our stubborn hearts
fixing to part

Then as we drifted closer in our realm
you grasped the helm
Then I with hand on rudder, steered ahead
twin thoughts unsaid

Those days were years and every one a score
uproar, rapport
Those evensongs, duetting on guitar
one rock, one star

When greyscale aging came upon you first
it felt accursed
When ills and pills became  a harsh routine
you lost esteem

And yet we loved and laughed to spite sure fate
at heaven's gate
And when the angel came in dawn's first light
you too took flight

Now broken by such parting, we remain
as us - the same

For my MTB prompt: When ‘We’ writes Poetry, the theme is sparked by today’s National Friendship Day and our poetry is all about the first person plural or the coupling of I/you as ‘we’, whether significant other, family member, friend or pet. We write in the style of couplets – I opted for rhyming split couplets (5/2 metre) in memory of Martin.

32 thoughts on “Wed-ded”

  2. Laura, this is such a beautiful poem in memory of Martin. It really touched my heart, made me smile and brought tears to my eyes. I like the list of three in the opening line and love the lines:
    ‘That furnace welded both our stubborn hearts
    and
    Then as we drifted closer in our realm
    you grasped the helm
    Then I with hand on rudder, steered ahead
    twin thoughts unsaid’.

  3. I am glad for you Laura. History does not matter so much I think, yet a memory is more than pages in a book. Memory is personal, is a hand still held, needs no justification or excuse. We are who we say we are. Read your dedication page. Can’t put a finger to it, but it all made more sense to me. Thank you for sharing this blessing of your life.

  4. Your poem is the ultimate sweet and bitter … beautifully composed. Thank you for a wonderful poetic challenge today.

  5. Beautiful, moving work, Laura, especially that ‘helm / rudder /unspoken thoughts’ bit. Thanks. And THANKS for the cool prompt!

  6. Such a moving and heart felt story Laura. Such parting is very sad, but the memories of evensongs and duetting on guitar are priceless.

  7. “uproar, rapport”–the strength in the emotional bond is so vivid in your words. How lucky to have found such love. (K)

  10. I have always believed. as this poem suggests, that immortality is what lives on in the hearts and minds of others…

  11. This is deeply touching Laura, and so beautifully expressed. I have been contemplating the possible loss of Kathy, my beloved wife, to the heartless brutality of throat cancer. It is a shuddering possibility. As 16 years my junior, and considering my mounting health failure, it is simply not how I ever imagined the script to,play out for she and I, but we don’t alway board the outbound in a logical order. She and I had to say a sudden and heart rending goodbye to our Aaron in his potency of 18 years. That was unthinkably perverse and unnatural. Memories unwind the past for us unpredictably different in the passing days, months, and years — sometimes the shiver of tears, sometimes the warmth of remembered laughter and love — but never forgotten. “Now we, broken by such parting, remain as us – the same”
    …I feel your loss my friend.

  12. “Us” you always remain… A most moving and beautiful poem, my dear Laura. After reading it, I was compelled to read in reverse, like a never ending circle. A halo round the heart. I feel as if it was somehow sparkled by your daughter’s wedding. xo

  13. Lovers of long standing become partners, even friends. So much said here which makes most sense to the departed. That’s what we hope for, anyway

  14. Then with hand on rudder
    steered ahead
    twin thoughts unsaid

    Love it Laura! Exactly how two souls should work together!

    Hank

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