Inspired by a true, sad story unearthed with only scant timeline facts left in historical record and subsequently the subject of a post by the wonderful photographer and lovely gal, Inese (https://inesemjphotography.com/ ) Her exquisite photo heads this ‘almost poem’. Plainly, I have availed myself of poetic licence in penning this.
CIRCUMSTANCE OBSERVES NO PREFERENCE
Only within an enchanted island of gemstone green carpet
where a chivalrous white mist serves to guard from harm
the innocence of a new rainbow’s inviting curve
where if you listen hard enough you will hear forgotten
castle ruins whisper their darkest secrets
could the knife of Divine betrayal
cut so deep a wound
that the inevitable contagion that is grief
spreads far and wide
hunts down the blameless
loses track of the hideaway guilt
of purist happenstance
“No chance of a mother and child reunion, this side of eternity?”
the last utterance of a melancholy Lord of Waterford
later to be found in his library
a single bullet to the temple
When desire grabs hold of a chosen heart
then feasts upon carnality exposed
when yesterday’s forbidden smile
becomes tomorrow’s surrogate sorry frown
a fate is sealed
He had lost all that was sacred
ingrained lethargy born
of eternal longing for what had gone
in the knowledge that a new beginning
while Memory’s sweet fragrance lingered still
he had had no choice
no say in the matter
such was the event
at Curraghmore House, Waterford October 23, 1895
Long since he, the one described in song as, ‘reckless and rollicky’, had begged of good fortune a reprise of their stay at the Hotel Westminster, Paris in the spring of ’69
A pair of young elopers, landed gentry at that, leaving a mighty scandal in their wake, for both were married mortals, had slept through dawn’s own symphony of lovebird’s song, the fatigue of unbridled intimacy had seen to that
“Did I hear you screaming ‘Oh yes’ or was it ‘Amen’?” he joshed
no method actress, her scornful see-through blush of pretence, “You tease, you know full well, the latter” she lied, mattered not
“All my life I have wanted to be adored by women, now I’m gratified to be adored by just you…you, my Florence…I’ll somehow make an honest woman of you, you wait and see”
true to his word, he untangled affairs of yesteryear, won himself a new bride
Lord and new Lady set up home in Belgravia
where only the rich and powerful dwell
yet notwithstanding the privilege assets bestow
egalitarian cruel circumstance observes no preference
the worth of a moment comes when tears and fears coalesce
he could see that after the event
when mother and child were no more
The City of Love, not Olde London Town
would have been a finer place for his Florence
and new-born, denied first breath, to die
Herewith, Inese’s post link;
44 thoughts on “CIRCUMSTANCE OBSERVES NO PREFERENCE”
There is a glitch in WP this day…it won’t let me edit for paragraphs!
Thank you Ms Heartafire
You are so welcome!
re the wp glitch…happens to me all the time!
Annoying…it let me edit but wouldn’t update!
it’s very annoying. I often have problems with formatting here at wp.
Impressive, glitch or not. I’ve had a ton of interesting “WordPress” experiences so you have my sympathy !
you chronicle a universal sadness – wonderfully eloquent
Ye gods, Sir. Simply brilliant and beautiful and another b-word I can’t think of. Brave? Sure. All I know is that my heart grew heavy, my eyes wet, and mind lost to an emerald isle of the past. xxxxxx
I normally write down what falls out of my silly old head…this one was a challenge, I can tell you.
I don’t doubt it. I could sense a change in the tone and feeling…
This historical tale had a timeline to it that posed difficulties when looking for the surreal and the improbable…don’t think I’d make a good historian!
Ah, you’d be the gatekeeper who lures the casual passers-by into the realm of history.
A most important position, I assure you. 🙂
Lovely Mike 😀
Thank you, Kate
Oh, if only someone were to make an honest woman of me…
Were Twattersley Fromage still with us I feel sure he could
Well, he is a special man…
Isn’t it inspiring that 150 years later a Poet comes across the timeline facts and is touched by their sadness. Beautiful, Mike, and thank you so much for the mention.
Reblogged this on Making memories and commented:
Beautiful poetic response to the image and story of Lady Waterford by Mike Steeden.
Cheers young Leslie
Thank you, M, much appreciated
Well done, Mike. Hugs.
Thank you Teagan
Beautiful and sad, indeed.
It was certainly sad…sadly a true story.
Truth sadder than fiction!
A birds with stones I slay here, having popped over from Inese’s blog. As ever I salute you xxxxxxxxxxx
Thanks…hellish difficult write. I normally just empty my head but had to think more than a little with this.
Mike…well know what, talking hills again? NO way should me and Mr have got into that bother the other week but we did. I often think writing is the same.
Risks and blind alleyways, the sometimes curse of writing. You are correct.
Exactly so don’t beat yourself up. It will come right x
I have been a fan of Inese for two years and often admire her mixture of history, photography and nature. She is such a connector of information with people. Mike, glad to meet you, read you and enjoyed the forlorn romantic love poem. I understand how past and present intermingled and felt it was lovely indeed. Smiles, Robin
Well thank you Robin. Inese is indeed a diamond, compassionate lady. Me? An old fool who is glad to meet you also. I have just ‘followed’ or whatever it is named. You write superbly.
Oh, my! Mike there are sometimes I just wing it, so thank you graciously for your follow. I will remember to go and do this, now. Funny, as life passes I skip important steps such as this! 🙂
As life passes by I often forget my name!
Came back to let you know I followed your blog with extremely intriguing poems. They have a lot of content and depth within their words. Smiles, Robin
Thanks Robin…truly appreciated.