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
LOOK WHAT WE HAVE MADE
THIS EARTHLY CHILD OF LOVE

MA©️ Autumn 2019

This was written and inspired by OUTLANDER,
and shared by me on an Outlander, Fan Page

Photo of Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser
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

THIS TIMELESS LOVE

THE WAY SHE TOUCHES HIM
LONG FINGERS
CARESSING
LIGHTLY
AS HE IN TURN
REACHES OUT
AND CUPS HER CHEEK
SO, SO TENDER
ARE THESE LOVERS
WITH EACH OTHER

THEY’VE BORNE THE PAIN
OF LOSS AND SEPARATION
EACH ONE BARELY LIVING
WITHOUT THE OTHER
RETURNED ONCE MORE
THROUGH TIME
AND SPACE
THEY FIND THEMSELVES
RENEWED, REBORN
IN EACH OTHERS FACE

AND ALL IS WELL
NOW
BETWEEN THEM
ALL IS WELL…..
THE CHIMING BELL
OF ENDLESS TIME
RINGS FOR THEM
AND ALL, AND ALL
IS WELL

For Claire and Jamie

MargaretArlen ©️ Wednesday Writings
Autumn, Central Victoria, Australia 2020

SORROWS

It was too late
She would never
Reach him
Never be able
To share
The beauty
The power
The tenderness
The heart…..

Blood
Marrow
Bone…..

In the end
Everything
Always
Had to be
Diminished
Trivialized
Turned on it’s
Head
Into something funny
It was too
Late
Now…..

And
Her heart
And soul
Mourned
The knowing…..

It was
Too late
Now

MA. Summer 2017

RAPPIN’

I think I need to see a psychiatrist
I got trouble with my phone
I keep playin’ with it
I try to let it go
Then the screen lights up
And so
I haveta see if someone out there’s
Likin’ it

I’m thinken’ of all the things I could be doin’
Like diggin in the garden
Or canoein
I could even read a book
But I gotta take a look
And check what all my friends out there
Are postin’

There’s so many bitchin things
I gotta see
Like savin the Rhinoceros
And Bees
The Whales are in big trouble
The Reef is gettin mined
I want to save the Elephants
If there’s an App that I can find
My house looks like they bombed it
I try to get things done
But my phone won’t let me do it
They tell me I’m the One

If I just sign this petition
Or the 20 thousand more
I’ll have saved all the Orangutans
Street people who are poor
The pretty little kitty
And the dear old grey faced dog

“Just sign another willya
But first ya gotta log
Into just another website”
I’m gettin’ really stressed
My Doc says I gotta save myself
Or I’ll never pass the test

The phone is runnin’ hot
The battery is low
I’m callin’ my Psychiatrist
I REALLY havta go.

MA ©️. Autumn 2016

DESIRE


I stood watching him

The breadth of his shoulders 

His beautiful, seductive, intelligent face 

The long, lean, muscled length 

And strength of him

He was the most compelling Man I had ever seen 

Leaving me helpless 

Melting my bones 

From that very first moment 

I….. wanted…..Him.

Spring, 2019

THE SEA WITHIN

Seasick

I wake to the salty tang of it
Dress quickly
Breakfast can wait
Already the pavement burns under
My summer hardened feet
It’s going to be hot
Dropping my towell on the warm sand
I run towards the sparkling waves
Everything shimmers
Silvery/Blue /Green
In the morning sunlight
Running in, diving, gasping
With the shock of cold
The taste of salt
The slap of wavelets
Against my skin……

Then I wake !!!
It was all a dream……

MA Spring 2015

TOO FAR

You’ve gone too far
this time
They say
How far is too far
I ask them then
Is this far enough
And I start covering myself
In layers of
Not far enough
I PILE THEM ON !!!
The weight is unbearable
Heaviness
Claustrophobic
So heavy, my knees give, and
bowed down towards the ground
I give in
Completely
Is this ok I ask, voice dry and broken
Yes…..this is good
Good good girl.