Reunited
dedicated to a dear friend, Cheryl who died of cancer, a death hastened by contracting covid, and her devoted husband Roy, who too succumbed to the pandemic.
updated after edits suggested by StormWolf
your falcon flew into my heart
to tear out the corded pump from me.
you said “there comes a time to part
and you, my dove, must let me be.”
I felt your longing to be free
Body wasted, relentless pain
circling the sun your silhouette –
wings wide, rising, currents riding
into the eve and past gliding –
remains stamped true inside my eyes.
letters re-opened, read, reread,
present everywhere your presence
I’ve waited for our reunion –
heart’s space locked, a vacant lot –
to banish the desolation
of love temporarily lost.
I close my eyes and rise to you
folded into the shape of you
I stand in awe! The imagery is delightful; another poem to savour – thank you.
Excuse the expression ‘delightful’ – what I meant, was that it was moving.
Thanks for the read D. Glad you liked it.
Close friends. When she died, he could not bear to live without her. They were together for over 40 years. He just wanted to be with her once again.
bhi
A really well presented piece, this, Bhi. You describe that loss excellently in my humble opinion, and you choose a really emotive characterisation in the falcon. This is the sort of passion that I have a passion for! It has the ability to reach people’s core and awaken love anew. (I say this from the viewpoint that there is really only one love, and it has the ability to present itself in different guises.)
Thank you Allen. I am glad you liked the symbolism of the falcon; Cheryl was the most colourful woman I have met, originally from Mobil, and she had the grace and beauty of that bird, and that simile does not do her full justice. Theirs was a love to marvel at.
bhi
A lovely tribute Bhi. What a shock, to wake up alone after being together all that time.
CW, After she died, he stated simply that she had been his reason for living, and despite having children, he could not live any more. He died 2 weeks after.
Decent poem, but found the flow disjointed and could not reconcile the use of the falcon with the dove.
Hi, the metaphor of the first verse sets the tone for the love between the two, and the death of one is similar to having your heart torn out. This is then extended in the poem to how he had seen her flying high, his yearning for the shape of her, which he finally folds into when he dies.
thanks for the read.
bhi