Homework w/e 28.5.18 - PREMONITIONS
Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 12:49 pm
PREMONITIONS ...Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Back then I was younger, our romance, was sweet, an affair of the heart.
Our lives and our love close entwined then, and no thought that one day we'd part.
You gave me a chain with a locket, rose gold filigreed, dainty, sweet
I confess to this day I wear it and without it I feel incomplete.
A striped blue and red antique loveseat, overlooked a wisteria bower
whose shade had often sheltered lovers who whiled away many an hour,
'neath fragrant white and purple blossoms, soothed by the buzz buzzing of bees.
Their passions fuelled by the sweet perfumes, and cooled by the soft ocean breeze. ....
The gates of the villa were open - I pondered, should I step inside
I knew every crevice and corner and now had no secrets to hide.
A lifetime ago I once lived here and thought once that here I would die,
but fate seems thought differently to me ... those memories still make me cry
There was no one round for the asking permission to venture within
and then a small sign I did notice - in shadows where the light was dim.
It seemed that the Villa was vacant, for sale at bargain basement price
No reason was given, nor time frame - just a number and details precise.
I knew that I had to find answers - 'twould haunt me were I to ignore
the reason it was on the market, abandoned upon the sea shore.
It hurt to see it so neglected ... we once had been so very close,
I rang up and spoke to the agent - a gentleman somewhat verbose.
The story he shared it was tragic - a family death and a crime.
A young life far too early taken ... I knew that, for that life was mine.
The crime he claimed a crime of passion, the husband was sentenced and hung.
The woman's body undiscovered - clear evidence showed what he'd done.
Bloodstains on the mattress and carpet, drag marks on the stairs and the door,
a discarded knife in the garden. The DNA pointed for sure
towards the young wife who was missing with no reason for her demise
except for a bloke prone to violence, savage and known to brutalize....
The story he told me was chilling - a warning that struck to my heart,
I took off my rose coloured glasses and knew 'twas a warning to part.
I woke from my long restless slumber, sleepwalking no more in my dreams
and recalled the messages sent me, and imagined the terrible screams.
I packed up my bags, without thinking a minute longer of my plight
and walked through the doors of the Villa- my journey booked on the next flight.
I'd ignored the flashes of violence, and sometimes thought it was my fault
but age brings wisdom to our thinking - truth saw love with danger was fraught.
And one can't go back and one shouldn't, for some memories just bring tears
and it was a moment of weakness that saw me retrace all those years.
Was my fate altered by the message or did Karma materialize?
I don't know but sometimes I wonder. The marriage was a tissue of lies.
Back then I was younger, our romance, was sweet, an affair of the heart.
Our lives and our love close entwined then, and no thought that one day we'd part.
You gave me a chain with a locket, rose gold filigreed, dainty, sweet
I confess to this day I wear it and without it I feel incomplete.
A striped blue and red antique loveseat, overlooked a wisteria bower
whose shade had often sheltered lovers who whiled away many an hour,
'neath fragrant white and purple blossoms, soothed by the buzz buzzing of bees.
Their passions fuelled by the sweet perfumes, and cooled by the soft ocean breeze. ....
The gates of the villa were open - I pondered, should I step inside
I knew every crevice and corner and now had no secrets to hide.
A lifetime ago I once lived here and thought once that here I would die,
but fate seems thought differently to me ... those memories still make me cry
There was no one round for the asking permission to venture within
and then a small sign I did notice - in shadows where the light was dim.
It seemed that the Villa was vacant, for sale at bargain basement price
No reason was given, nor time frame - just a number and details precise.
I knew that I had to find answers - 'twould haunt me were I to ignore
the reason it was on the market, abandoned upon the sea shore.
It hurt to see it so neglected ... we once had been so very close,
I rang up and spoke to the agent - a gentleman somewhat verbose.
The story he shared it was tragic - a family death and a crime.
A young life far too early taken ... I knew that, for that life was mine.
The crime he claimed a crime of passion, the husband was sentenced and hung.
The woman's body undiscovered - clear evidence showed what he'd done.
Bloodstains on the mattress and carpet, drag marks on the stairs and the door,
a discarded knife in the garden. The DNA pointed for sure
towards the young wife who was missing with no reason for her demise
except for a bloke prone to violence, savage and known to brutalize....
The story he told me was chilling - a warning that struck to my heart,
I took off my rose coloured glasses and knew 'twas a warning to part.
I woke from my long restless slumber, sleepwalking no more in my dreams
and recalled the messages sent me, and imagined the terrible screams.
I packed up my bags, without thinking a minute longer of my plight
and walked through the doors of the Villa- my journey booked on the next flight.
I'd ignored the flashes of violence, and sometimes thought it was my fault
but age brings wisdom to our thinking - truth saw love with danger was fraught.
And one can't go back and one shouldn't, for some memories just bring tears
and it was a moment of weakness that saw me retrace all those years.
Was my fate altered by the message or did Karma materialize?
I don't know but sometimes I wonder. The marriage was a tissue of lies.
