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Just a Matter of Time

Just a Matter of Time

It was sorcerous how she got there
Touching the stone thinking of a forebear
She was sent way back in time
To a place long before
Finding a love she wished for
Feeling like it was a crime

Living a life two centuries in yesteryear
Forgetting a husband once so dear
A fabulist weaving stories in her head
In the two lives she had dwelt
Once with a Briton and once with a Celt
Would either one believe a shred

Life full of magical fantasy
So far from her reality
A handsome warrior and protector
He had stolen her heart
How could they now ever part
For she had drunk his nectar

Reluctantly one day she returned
But the love she left there was spurned
The present was lost to her forever
The past called her to regress
To the highlands of tartan dress
She vowed to get there whenever

Lifting the hem of her frock
She scrambles up the rock
Stopping at the circle of stones
As she touches the granite
She begins to understand it
Feeling a shiver in her bones

She passes through time
Falling and tumbling in rhyme
Looking for the same track
To that time of long ago
Where she had dared to go
Now wishing to go back

Would he still be waiting there
Or would he forswear
Rejecting her devotion
Could he believe her story
Or see it as an allegory
or some foolish notion

Time really did stand still
She thought falling down the hill
It just won’t wait for any man
She felt fierce in commitment
Not fearing embarrassment
Vowing only that she can

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Inspired by the novel Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Word Prompts:

Granite

Fabulist

Fierce

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #20 – Time Stands Still

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Can

Photo:  Craigh na Dun, near Inverness Scotland

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Time

Time

Time placed in a bottle
Saved for a rainy day
Remembrances sweet
A familiar scent
Jogging a memory
A feeling of foreplay

Slowing down
To savor the taste
Of delicious sentiments
Dancing in the mind
Toying with the senses
Having thoughts unchaste

Traveling back to that time
Bringing certain joy to the heart
Much younger then
The world was one’s oyster
The pearl for the taking
Lovers never to part

The hotel old and quaint
Room number 5
Overlooking the square
Lovemaking in the afternoon
Sipping on wine
Never felt more alive

Back in the present
Putting the photograph away
Pushing the time
Back in the bottle
Keeping the memory safe
Until it rains another day

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by Fabien Bazanegue on Unsplash

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This Time

This time I will not buckle
My head is held high
I don’t have to listen to
Your angry words
That cause me to cry

This time I will succeed
I will stand up to you
No more make up
This time we break up
I cannot see this through

This time I will not give you
A platform on which to strand
You play both the victim
And the dictator
Delivering a back hand

This time I will not duck
Your words disguised as knives
I deflect them fearlessly
No scars this time
This cat has many lives

This time you’re not the man I love
You are someone unrecognizable
Nasty, accusatory and untruthful
Spewing your aggression
My pain is undeniable

This time it is different
I bear no fault for your behavior
Arrogance unbecoming
I am striving for freedom
Look elsewhere for a savior

This time I look ahead
Old feelings are obsolete 
Eyes front and center
There’s no looking back
This chapter is now complete

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Striving

Duck

Obsolete

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Again – Poem of the Month – March 2018

Monotony, Same thing over again

Again

I have been here before
This place, this time
It feels the same
My heart feels the same
The date is the same
The year is different
What does it matter
The traditions of this day
Cause more pain and
More questions than necessary
I fall victim to this celebratory
Time again and again
It means nothing to me anymore
Once it was the hope
The expectation
Of things to come
Now it is a chore
A day to be spent alone again
Every year for whatever reason
It is inconsequential
It is underwhelming
It is dull
Next year I will disappear
From time and space
So I do not have to answer
Those inevitable questions

Christine Bolton

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