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Friday, 16 December 2011

THE PROFESSOR



Do you remember
that sunny June day, when
I had an afternoon off and
you arranged yours to
take me on a guided tour
of this delightfully
absurd place?

How it makes me smile
to picture you then,
relating it's history to me
with near manic enthusiasm.
I recall how
you paused, mid-lecture,
to gaze into my eyes.

After what seemed like
an eternity,
you asked me what I saw in you.
'I'm so very, very old ,' you said.
But I hadn't the slightest interest in,
nor understanding of, the
morally defined
mathematical equations
of physical and emotional attraction.
I was never that intelligent,
not like you.
I simply felt it.

If only you'd grasped
the uncomplicated fact
that each grey hair on your head,
every wrinkle time-etched
into your dearly loved face
fuelled such a hunger
deep inside me.
Your slightest touch
was pure ecstasy.
How dared those small minds
castigate you and denounce
our love
when it felt so right?
Just thinking of you now
brings me out in goosebumps.

But they must have been getting to you,
because doubts were beginning
to creep in.
'I'm so afraid you'll break my heart
one day,' you said, a tear
threatening to escape
from the corner of your eye.
'You'll meet someone nearer
your own age, then I'll lose you!'
But that isn't the way it happened at all, is it?
It was I who eventually lost you.



And I tried desperately hard
to strike a bargain
with the Ferryman - begged him to accept
three-quarters of my life allowance,
in order to bring us into line
and bury that wretched
fifty-year age gap,
instead of you.

But,
without a backwards glance,
he sailed slowly away
into the distance,
taking you with him.
And my heart bled to death
right there,
on that bleak shoreline.

Without you,
life has been
so dead.










9 comments:

  1. Ah, the Ferryman - so touching dear lady - fabulously heartwrenching! Love the image!

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  2. Wow. Wonderful. Brought tears to my eyes dear Ygraine.

    Brightest Blessings, V.

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  3. What a pulsing vein of gold this is! Flowing from the opening conversationalist joy, to the blood of the shore, you've wrapped the words in a rhythm that has paid for my passage.

    "But I hadn't the slightest interest in,
    nor understanding of, the
    morally defined
    mathematical equations
    of physical and emotional attraction."
    --Superb!

    "begged him to accept
    three-quarters of my life allowance,
    in order to bring us into line
    and bury that wretched
    fifty-year age gap"
    --such pleading gave "goosebumps"

    As for the picture of place of this rememberance, though it is not, it reminds me of "el capricho de gaudí" in Comillas.

    Well done Ygraine!

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  4. This is a really great tale told with passion, humour - and all the intelligence you claim not to have (yes, I know!) What more can I say...? Bravo!

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  5. oh beautiful ... so touching ... loved coming to your blog.

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  6. Rose, thank you dear friend. Must admit, it was a bit heartwrenching to write :(


    Vivienne, thank you from the heart.
    Sorry about the tears though!
    Blessings & Hugs Y


    Gnome, Heartfelt thanks. You have truly made the writing of this piece worthwhile.
    I would love to see a picture of this place the Triangular Lodge reminds you of sometime, as I have never heard of it:)


    Dave, You have said enough! I shall be unable to pass through the door if you say any more!
    Seriously though, many thanks:)


    Baishali, Thank you. I feel so honoured.
    And Welcome!

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  7. Inspired! And which is the wiser, the head or the heart?

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  8. Hi Daniel,
    thank you.
    I think probably the heart - in this case at least!

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  9. All the blessings of the season to you and yours.

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