Land Of Dreams

I dwell in a book
The book dwells in me
I’ve places to go
People to see
But I’m not really there
I go through the motions
Yet my fingertips twitch
To return to the page
I find myself smiling
At secret devotions
At words that I hear
In my quiet inner ear
The world that I know
Is a sorry deception
Hurry up
Let me go
Where’s my book
No reception…..

Go away, go away
I’m reading right now
Go away
Leave me be
The door’s locked
Anyhow.

MA. ©️ Winter 2017

REMEMBERING

RETURNING …..

IN JUST ONE MOMENT
AS HE REACHES OUT TO TAKE HER HAND
HE WILL LIFT HIS GAZE
EYES BOLD WITH WANTING
AS HE SOFTLY SAYS THE WORDS
“WILL Y’ COME TO BED WI’ ME, THEN”
HIS BREATH HELD FOR SECONDS
UNTIL SHE ANSWERS “YES”

ALL DOUBT, ANGER, JEALOUSY
FALL AWAY
AS THEY RISE FROM THE TABLE
MOVE AS ONE
EYES FIXED NOW
EACH UPON THE OTHER
SURRENDERING TO TRUST
LETTING IMAGES EMERGE
AND SETTLE THEM
REMEMBERING HOW IT WAS
BEFORE…..BETWEEN THEM

DISROBING
SLOWLY
SHE SEES THE PULSE BEAT
IN HIS THROAT
AND TAKES COURAGE FROM IT
UNFOLDS ANOTHER LAYER
NOW SHE IN SHIFT
HE IN SHIRT
THEY SMILE SHYLY
CAREFUL WITH EACH OTHER
THESE REBORN LOVERS

AND ALL THE HUNGRY
ACHING YEARS
OF LONELINESS AND NEED
SLIP SOFTLY TO THE FLOOR
AMONG THE LAYERS
OF THEIR CLOTHING
NOWHERE NOW TO HIDE
THEY LIFT THEIR EYES
NAKED, BOLD YET SHY
THEY SMILE

AND SMILE, REMEMBER HOW IT WAS
BETWEEN THEM
IT …WILL ….BE ….ALL ….RIGHT
AS THEY SMILE AND SMILE
TASTE THE AIR BETWEEN THEM
TAKING THAT FINAL STEP
TOWARDS SURRENDER
SHE FEELS HIS WARMTH
SURROUND HER
EMBRACE HER
MOVES TOWARDS THE JOINING
TWO, BECOMING ONE
ONE BODY, ONE SOUL
ONE LOVE, ONE LIFE
HER BELOVED HUSBAND
HIS CHERISHED WIFE

RETURNING
REMEMBERING
REJOICING
RENEWING VOWS
UNSPOKEN
NOTHING NOW
WILL BREAK THE TIES
THAT BIND THEM

Photo belongs to STARZ

MargaretArlen ©️.
Summer, Central Victoria, Australia 2019

THE FURIES

Unravelling
Like a ball of string
They whirl
Spinning
Endlessly
Spinning
Beyond control
Spitting vengeance
On every soul
On each small thing
Rage
Shame
Who’s to blame
But you
Who else
Who?

Deep in the Forest
I heard the trees
Shift and murmur
Not me
Not me
They stand there
Calling
To their dead leaves
Falling
Not me
Not me

And holding hands
On the Ocean’s sands
We two
In the shimmering blue
Hear the whales call
Who
Who
Look up at the sun
What have you done?
Was it you
Who caused this
Ferocity

Yet the Furies
Keep spinning
Whirling
And grinning
Faces fixed
In a terrible smile
And all of the while
The children weep
In their deep
Dark sleep
Who did this
Who did this
To me

On a cold dark night
I woke in fright
Nightmares
Galloping
Across my dreams
Hideous scenes
Above the screen
Of my tumbled bed
While rivers of blood
So vivid and red
Soaked into the mud
And I struggled, stuck
In silent screams

And the Furies
Kept spinning
Grotesquely
Grinning
Spitting
Terror
And blame
Hatred
And shame
As they whirled
Beyond care
As they crafted
Despair
Screaming you
Yes, you

That’s who…..

MA©️. Winter 2018

FOLLOW THE MUSE

A fragment…..

If it couldn’t be ALL
She would settle for nothing
Middle ground was never an option
In this thing called Living
PAIN…..She’d done her time
An Old Woman now
With a fire still burning
No problem stepping over the line
Into the apocalypse of yearning
Heart Wilded
Still a Child
Her mind a dream
Unfolding
Holding
Holding
Holding
Onto Love….

Don’t blow a fuse
Thinking you’re alone
There is always a Muse
Willing to bring you home
Doesn’t matter how far
Away they are
A brilliant
Shooting Star
Can remedy
The most fractured heart
Tormented mind
Find
Two hands
To hold ….
Enfold
Entice
Your pain away
Your Blessed Muse
Will stay
Will stay with you
Through the thick and thin
Of
Blood
Skin
Flesh
Bone
And sinew
Holding on to You
Holding You….

MA© Winter 2018 (new beginnings)

Photo Edit by Fairlie Sandilands
Original photo by Tony Standish R.I.P.

DESIRE

ON DESIRE, VULNERABILITY AND LOSS……part 2

This Love
Beyond reality or reason
There’s no time here
For fairy tales
My eyes are open
No scales to stop me seeing
For all the pain and pleasure
The poverty and treasure
I’d rather this love
Than any other
This love beyond reality or reason
This love
This gorgeous hell
Tears me
Wide open
My shell shatters
Nothing else matters
And falling,
Falling,
Falling down
I taste desire
It soothes my weary limbs
From all the years
Of journeying
To him

MA ©️ Autumn 2015

THAT FIERCE BEAUTY

I SAW HIM TODAY
UNEXPECTEDLY
AND HE WAS STILL THE SAME
AS I REMEMBERED…..
TALL, LEAN LIMBED,
AN AURA
OF FIERCE BEAUTY
SURROUNDING HIM
SO THAT MY CHEST HURT
MOMENTARILY
YET, I FOUND THE WORDS
TO SPEAK HIS NAME
MAKE SOMETHING MORE
THAN IDLE CONVERSATION
WITH HIM
EVEN LAUGH AT THE ABSURDITY
OF LIFE
AND ALL THE WHILE
HIS PIRATE’S SMILE
FASTENED ROUND ME LIKE A NET
WILLINGLY ENMESHED

AND YET…..AND YET
SO CLOSE I COULD REACH
TO TUCK THAT ONE STRAY CURL
OF SILVER BLONDE HAIR
BEHIND HIS EAR…..

SO NEAR
MY ETHERIC BODY
REACHED OUT
TO DO IT
TRACE THE SHAPE OF HIS LIPS
WITH MY FINGERTIPS
AS MY EARTHLY BODY
TURNS AWAY
TURNS BACK, SMILES
WITH ONE LAST LOOK
OVER MY SHOULDER
I SAY….
“SO GOOD TO SEE YOU”
AND WALK ON
STRONG
GLOWING
HEART STARTING TO BEAT
ONCE MORE
I’M FREE FROM HIM
OUT THE DOOR…..

THAT FIERCE BEAUTY
IS KILLING ME

MA©️. Autumn 2019

Fire Painting by Marina Petro

THE YOUNG BRIDEGROOM

MICHELANGELO, BOTTICELLI, RAPHAEL

Shaped by the gods of Art
Sculpted by them
They look back down at him
From the Heavens
And smile their secret smiles
He has pleased them
This earthly god of Love
As he gasps with pleasure
Upon his Marriage Bed

They laugh benignly from above
Ahhhhhh, they say
With smirks of self satisfied praise
Just look what we have done
Just look what we have made
This Perfect God Of Love

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

MA©️ Autumn 2019
On #Throwback Thursday



Photo courtesy of STARZ

THE LONG RIDE HOME

THE BODY OF A WARRIOR
THE MIND OF A GENTLEMAN
AND THE SOUL OF A BARBARIAN…..DG

WOUNDED
BLOOD SMEARED
AND REEKING OF SWEAT
HE WAS FEARLESS AND BOLD
WHEN FIRST WE MET
FORCED ME WITH THREATS
AND CHALLENGING HIM
AT THE POINT OF HIS SWORD
I GAVE IN
I WENT THEN
WENT ON HIS HORSE
WRAPPED IN HIS PLAID

DAZED AND EXHAUSTED
HEAD WRACKED WITH PAIN
EARS STILL RINGING
WITH THE SCREAMS OF THE DEAD
TRAPPED IN THE HELL
OF MY COMING
NUMBED WITH THE
STONES STILL RINGING
UNWILLINGLY HELD IN HIS HEAT
HIS YOUNG BODY CLEAVING
WAKING, THEN SLEEPING
THE HUGE HORSE BENEATH ME
THE ROCKING RYTHM
HIS ARMS AROUND ME
HIS LEG MUSCLES TENSING
FLEXING, RELAXING
THROUGH THE LONG, COLD NIGHT
ON THAT LONG, LONG RIDE
SOAKED WITH RAIN
WARMED BY HIS HEAT
WRAPPED IN HIS PLAID
WE WERE ALREADY ONE
BEFORE WE WERE WED
ON THAT FIRST LONG JOURNEY
FROM THE PLACE OF THE DEAD

UNWILLINGLY BOUND
LOST, THEN FOUND
BY THE TIME WE DISMOUNTED
ME SPLATTERED WITH MUD
HE COVERED IN BLOOD
I LONGED FOR HIS HEAT
THE STRENGTH I HAD KNOWN
ON THAT LONG, LONG JOURNEY
BRINGING ME HOME
I CRAVED HIS WARMTH
I CRAVED HIS SMELL
WITH NO WORDS SPOKEN
MY BODY COULD TELL
HE FELT THE SAME….
UNWILLINGLY, I BELONGED TO HIM THEN
AND I STILL DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HIS REAL NAME

AND I STILL DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HIS REAL NAME

?FOR CLAIRE AND JAMIE?

MargaretArlen ©️. Wednesday Writings
Autumn, Central Victoria, 2020
Above Title by Diana Gabaldon
DRUMS OF AUTUMN

Photo belongs to STARZ

BEAUTIFUL HUNTER

THE BARN OWL

TILTING HER HEAD
ENQUIRINGLY
SHE LOOKS BEYOND THE SPACE
BETWEEN THE TREES
A WONDER WITH HER HEART SHAPED FACE
THE HEART
THE FACE OF A HUNTER
WHO’S FLIGHT
ON SILENT WINGS
KILLS RUTHLESSLY
AND YET
DESPITE HER LEGENDARY
FEROCITY
THERE IS BEAUTY
IN HER BLOODY TALONS
HER BLOODY BEAK

MA©️. AUTUMN. 2019

ARDSMUIR PRISON

WITHOUT HIS HEART

DESOLATION AND SORROW
GNAWING HUNGER
GRIEF AND RAGE
AND THE CUTTING WEIGHT
OF HIS PRISON CHAINS
HUMILIATION, DESPAIR
ALL ETCHED THERE
IN HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE

RELIEF FROM PAIN
AN ELUSIVE THING
TIL THE LABOUR IS DONE
AT THE END OF THE DAY
HE SEEKS OBLIVION
AT THE FALL OF NIGHT
WHEN HIS SOUL ROAMS FREE
SEEKING HIS WIFE

IN DREAMS SHE COMES
TO HIS STONE COLD BED
FREES HIS WRISTS
CRADLES HIS HEAD
TAKES HIM IN
GIVES HIM COMFORT
WARMS HIS ACHING BONES
WHISPERS HIS NAME
SHE BRINGS HIM HOME

THE FEEL OF HER SKIN
THE SMELL OF HER HAIR
PLEASURE IN DARKNESS
HE CALLS OUT HER NAME
IN THE COLD GREY DAWN
HE REACHES ONCE MORE
FOR THE WARMTH OF HER BODY
SUCCOUR AND GRACE
FEELS BENEATH HIM
THE STONE COLD FLOOR
CRIES LIKE A CHILD
FOR SHE WAS ONLY A DREAM
ALIVE IN THE NIGHT
NOW GONE FROM HIM

SORROW AND GRIEF
PAIN AND RAGE
THE LINES CUT DEEP
IN HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE
AND ALL THROUGH THIS DAY
HE REMEMBERS THE NIGHT
WHEN HE LAY IN THE ARMS
OF HIS BELOVED WIFE

For Jamie

MargaretArlen ©️ Wednesday Writings
Autumn, Central Victoria, Australia 2020