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Julie Medhurst Poem
Our eyes are kindled with the careless spark of a sudden glance.
Few words are spoken, our eyes making a silent dialogue …
Invitation and consent.
Our passion-flame, vivid orange and blue-red,
Heating our blood until, like mulled wine,
It warm-flows.
Our wine-breath is warm and sweet,
Our mouths exchanging hungry kisses
Like greedy children.
Our bodies clinging to one another as if
Close to the precipice, we fear to fall.
Yet relish the thought of falling
In an ever-falling close embrace.
Too soon, from the scorch-blackened earth
Of frenzied and fiery lust
My Phoenix-fear arises.
Fear of engulfment, loss of control,
Guilty longings.
But the spark, the flame is gone.
Merely shadows and embers remain.
Too late.
Sudden strangers, you and I
June 1986
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Julie Medhurst Poem
She could not stay, my friend.
It’s hurts to see a friend who yearns for a love he has lost,
No fault, no blame is his.
Just the cruel and untimely snatching of a life that held so much promise.
He wakes in the darkness -his heart still beats, his breath still draws,
His solitary sadness enfolds him in place of arms that once held him close.
While silent tears fall, he tries to recall the features of her face.
The smile that lit up his world, eyes that sparkled with mischief or flashed with desire.
The gentle mouth that spoke soothing words and laughed at all his jokes.
The lips that caressed his own … so long ago.
The world carried on regardless … how could that be so?
Why did it not stop, when the best part of it was no longer here?
He looks at the door each day … waiting for her to appear.
But no, the girl shaped space remains. He hears her voice in the growing silence.
He smells the faint, lingering perfume that conjures up the summer days of their love.
An abandoned hairbrush that brings to mind lustrous hair that once lay upon his chest.
What lies ahead?
Will his heart leap again?
Is there love to be found or will it come looking for him?
He waits … hoping … wanting … needing … his heart yearning to be filled,
Waiting for a hand that he can hold on to and a heart that will belong and never more be lost.
March 22, 2017
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Julie Medhurst Poem
A mother strives to love her child,
To shield it from the woes and cares,
The strife and hardship man endures.
The world is full of traps and snares
That Mother always frights away,
The evil beast that haunts our dreams.
We run to her in times of need
But turn away when she needs us.
March 1984
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Julie Medhurst Poem
I am born,
Borne unto death.
Spewed forth on a wave,
Webbed feet touch a holy hand.
A postulant …
31 March 1983
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