Inspired by ‘the Strid’ poem which reminded me of local goblin legends
In Celtic mythology the next world is beside ours, separated by a veil. ( sounds very much like various scientific theories of quantum reality). Hence the use of ‘north’ for next life. In some parts of Ireland there used to be a tradition on Halloween/All Hallows Eve or Samhain of leaving the doors and windows open for the departed to visit the land of the living again briefly when the veil was thinnest. These elements have been woven into the poem in a non obvious way, raising the question how long ago did she pass on, and did he love her when alive or meet and fall in love with a spirit, or is he the spirit and he doesn’t know ?
A Forever Cry
Can you stilled heart, see we who remain,
we who feel your loss and curse cruel Lord
who harvests our lovers for Death’s domain,
his callous blade shearing life’s silken cord.
Do you know the tears shed will never dry.
Though on our cheeks their glistening ceased,
they run still, ghosts of a forever cry
that each night flow again with grief released.
We kiss still, our lips meet at twilight times,
when the veil between our two worlds is light,
and I steal your touch as the old clock chimes
before again I face the empty night.
I sleep not in our bed but on the floor,
untouched the crisp white sheet and pillow
but I dream of when your face I last saw
asleep beside me as the curtains billow.
And when at last, light again forays forth,
quietly cleansing the dark from our land,
I know I’m a day closer to the North
where once more I’ll hold your hand.