My Heart Will Go On - POTD
POTD 30th August 2018
The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings? Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the sun breaks on the morrow
A day surely portent of wrath?
Freedom is in her hands tonight
Release from a tyrannical father
A personage demanding unquestioned obedience
Movements morph into shapes ~ her father’s vicious hounds
Bred to kill ~ Caesar and Brutus
~ A chill tingling ripple runs up her spine~
Baying ~ salivating ~ jumping high
~ Raring for release from muzzles and leashes
Tugged hard by camouflaged hands they jerk back disgruntled
Ferociously they sniff at the scent of blood drawing nigh
Dear God … He knows their plan to elope …
They wait in the shadows
Julius ~ his servant ~ she has sensed him
Creeping ~ Listening ~ Following
Stealthily comes her lover careful not to snap the twigs in the brush
Caution yet eagerness in his gazelle like stride
None the less the man marked for death defies a terror inside
And an overwhelming trepidation she cannot hide
She must alert him of the danger ahead
Love thinks not with logic but with the mind of impulse
Caution him she must ~ her father’s hunting gun will suffice
God lend her wings she prays as down the wooden stairs she flies
A scheme to foil a scheme in haste ~ is never easy to devise
With hands fumbling and trembling convulsively
She lifts the weighty gun off the rack
Snapping back the catch taking aim she fires upward
Up into the midnight sky
Ka Boom ~
They hear in the darkness
The errant bullet whistling through the air
Misinterprets its mission
Striking metal it ricochets
Ka Boom ~
Fate changes its pathway of plans well laid
An exchange for saving his life finding another target
It embeds
in her soft white flesh
Extinguishing her burning shining light instead
Only he seems to hear that heart rendering surprised note in her scream
Unmistakeable in Death ~ a melancholy hopelessness through that unfulfilled cry
Tapering down to the whispering echoing sigh lies the ghostly warning
Turn back! Turn back or you will die!
Heedless to the unshackling of the muzzles,
Mindless to the release of the constraining leads
Sightless to the vicious hounds that to him streak ~ and
Fearless of the cowardice measured by their evil deeds
With his Heart and Soul aflame and bleeding he races
Screaming to his fallen Rose ~ indifferent for his own life
Directly into their line of fire
Oh vengeful Nemesis carry their last piteous cries away ~ tarry naught
Naught for unrepentant men who gloat at a mission complete
Ignorant yet of the tragedy that awaits in the house on the hill
Leaving their hounds to stay by the lifeless prey ~
Reward for the blood of the kill
The Broken Man
Weeps
The sun sets an angry red
The aura round the moon glows a crimson hue
The
Broken
Man
Sobs
While
On her
Grave
An unwatered Rose
Flourishes and grows
Atoned by his tears instead
Footnote:
I have always wanted to write a tragic love story – I’ve chosen the Title of the Poem ‘My Heart will Go On’ to highlight that the heart of the Rose, albeit somewhat vengeful, still ‘goes on’ seeking atonement. The melancholy music ‘Titanic’ simply accentuates this tragedy and has no connection to this story - I trust you have enjoyed this piece.
Video Clip: 2 CELLOS Luka Sulic and Hauser
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