By Veil Of Night

Story, poem of the old song: The long black veil. updated a bit, three poems in one: the lover, the wife, the husband

The Lover Speaks: "Come to me, come to me." His words travel thru the trees, for underneath the ground of rime rests the lover’s bones, and with wailing wind and tears abound, his soul gives place to her.

And underneath the ground of clay, her silken words warm the earth, if only the mist, that now, is he, could hold such warmth, he would with flesh unit.

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and the woman cries: This hollow diurnal that is my life is now veiled by the gift of night. This long black veil that hides the truth is both friend and foe as my feet return to you. This secret trail, that I must tread, yields a garden, of Lover’s Tears that perpetually bloom, throughout the year.

This shallow grave, that is your fate, has trapped us both to my nightly gaze. Now I am bond to conceal the truth, and you are bond to this bleak terrain.

He gladly took from us, what was not ours to have. This triad of love is older than the land and leaves me without an audience to protest. My dearest love I must confess, his smile is smug and only adds to my distain.

A coyote's sorrow, gives me voice, as she sings a song of her mate, long, lost. Her song is sad with a rhythmic cry, and my own flowing waters stain the steps within each stride.

My long black veil hides my pain as the veil of night conceals this place.  
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The train station: With morning light his car they'll find, for I left it double-parked, but the policemen’s ticket his wiper holds, he will never pay but his debt to you is now laid straight. The village folk whisper much, but about the two of you in my presence, they will not talk.
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 THE KITCHEN TABLE: The Husbands fury brings a smile. His final words, will be few, for while said smile, does span his face. The husbands smile soon will fade, as his coffee was arsenic laced.

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The Husband's pledge: “These bones of mine will find no rest…”

 Awe, but, his curse to me, is not in time, as his mind tries to reason why, and his rage becomes eternal as his last sight is of the Lover’s Garden.

Author's Note

please let me know if this version works:maybe i'm closer

Reviews

[roarke]

It's hard to say when you're struggling or experimenting with versions. I didn't see the other versions that I remember, so I can't comment to the process end.
this seems deep, surreal and yet a bit disjunct and I get lost, dreams and the mystical have a way of drifting.
did you mean "bound" instead of bond?
There's definitely something there, it has a haunting beauty about it. so I'd say it definitely worth another version if for nothing more than comparison.

[?]

Oh my my my girl... it works!!! you have left me in awwwww with this piece.
Hey when you're good...you're good..and you're good...lol
Loved it

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

You know what Nana, you absolutely have to be published. It's just too good to stay on the ranch you know?!!

In particular I enjoyed the first half of the piece. An interesting literary experiment!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, it has the sophistication of study, well done, good read.

[eatmills]

Incredible. Glad I caught this on "the feed". I'm listening to a horror movie soundtrack and reading it. Brr... chills up the spine. Such imagery and emotion conveyed in your piece. Love it.