Poems by Linda B. Scanlan


 

Morning Tea
 
Sipping tea in her living room….relaxed and casual we began to talk…..she looked at me intently….her eyes deep pools of ebony flanked by long silky lashes….giving nothing away….confident and shrewd….exotic and mesmerizing ….hair wrapped severely in a bun at the nape of her beautiful neck…my interest in her piqued but it was she who asked the first question….
 
Tell me…my dear….she spoke with an air of authority….where do you find all these words you use to explain things….
 
Why….they swirl all around me …..I grab the ones reflecting my mood….what needs conveying…how best expressed by this noun….verb….adjective….then they are put in order….sometimes verbalized….other times written in the form of a poem…opinion….humorous or serious….depends …..
 
She appeared satisfied but pushed further……
 
Tell me…my dear….what do you know about him…what attracted you to his orbit……
 
Ah….his orbit…..interesting you should say that as it’s also my understanding of the way things work…his orbit is mine….we sit so closely on the frequency I hear him breathing although 10,000 miles away….. so I think it odd you should use that term…maybe not….so let me see….at first I was attracted to him by the force of his words…their power pulled me in like a magnet….there was a truthfulness there…impossible to overlook….authenticity reflected in each syllable….there was no question he wanted to be known….transparent….without regard for how he would be perceived …confident in his own skin…reflective of risk taking but not in a cavelier or impetuous manner…..not in the conventional sense….no….
he is not the type of man that jumps in without testing the waters ….
he’s composed….measured….ordered ….
yet…his heart is always in flight ….
an alluring place his heart….
I reside there now….
more over…. he’s magical…..
 
Tell me, my dear….how so….
 
Oh this is my favorite part….let me explain ….he whispered “abracadabra”….and instantly what was empty became full….what had been dull and lusterless transformed into a new and shiny bright object….what was fearful…..now brave….despair became a place of hope….no trick of the eye nor sleight of hand trickster is he….no….this man is a conjurer of dreams…..
a wizard …..visions that had nary been thought of until the very moment our souls collided he midwifed into creation….an expert weaver using the finest silk threads he masterfully crafted a carpet of tantalizing colors ….one we would alight then ride to some other place …..
 
Tell me…my dear…so intriguing….
Tell me more ….
 
Delighted to….how easily he turned confusion into exaction….from chaos…order….think of a composer taking discordant notes and by a flip of the wrist…become harmonious
…as the song takes shape he leaves notes on the staff allowing something new to happen …jazz….improvisation with no sure path except greatness……
he invites the spirit to permeate his bones and at the cellular level honors his words as gifts bestowed….
 
He’s like that …..immediately sensing these qualities in him…..intuitively recognizing how original a man he is …..how strong my attraction….now….the thought of life without him impossible to contemplate…
 
Tell me…my dear….so you love him…..
 
Oh yes ….like life….he is my life now….
I look at him and see myself…clearer…more real than ever before….and now I know he was always with me …tucked in the deepest chamber of my heart as a wish….he resides there now …..my life is for him…his happiness mine… pleasure too…this is love….there is no he or I…
just we…how I love
the us-ness of us………
 
Tell me…my dear …..tell me more …..
 
Yes………….
 
©Linda B. Scanlan, 2018
 
 
 
Journey to Destiny
 
She stepped from the plane excitedly…
yet walked hesitantly along the jetway…
trying to breathe steadily…waiting to exhale…..
 
Silently saying a prayer for strength…fortitude ..gratitude…
hoping against hope
he would be waiting there …..
 
Looking down at her footsteps wondering…
was she walking toward her destiny…
leaving behind her history…
soon she would know…..
 
Would he be there to meet her…
greet her with his arms wide
open and loving…
suppose she noticed regret in his eyes…
shaking off such a thought…she deliberately continued walking into a bustling airport…what sights… a cacophony of sounds…foreign and exotic…..
 
Stepping into the crowded waiting room…
how appropriate…. naming the place
where one waits for fate to manifest…scanning the crowd she saw interesting faces…mothers with crying babies…men with looks of concern…
some could be mistaken for alarm…wondering…what is ahead for them
in this space of waiting…are they coming or going…and is there a difference……
 
She looked this way and that…
then noticed the flowers…yellow roses with greens…delicate white baby’s breath all tenderly wrapped in tissue paper…
where on earth did he find these blooms…
lovely flowers meant for her alone…
she would breathe in their heady fragrance…even though…her sense of smell was lost long ago…who can forget
the scent of roses in the fall………
 
Looking up she saw him…
she stood her ground…
sure if she remained perfectly still… the moment would last forever…
finally…gingerly…waving her hand… slightly…just enough movement
to get his attention…then…recognition…
a smile…a grin….
a nod…an assent…a welcoming home…
her welcome home…he is her home……
 
She closed her eyes…
said thank you 10,000 times …tears fell…
no use trying to stop them now…
God delivered her to the man of her heart…angels bore her aloft on their wings…only thinking it was a plane …
her soul knew better…she swore…
those were feathers guiding her…
to this fated destination……..
 
She was here now…
against the ire of family and friends …
she was safe now….
in his land …..his family now hers….
these…her new friends …..
 
Gratitude and thankfulness
shrouding her like a head scarf…
pay it forward …she will…there will be plenty of time for that…but first this …time to create memories…enough for a lifetime…
eternity too…
is that the cosmos applauding…
hearing music…feeling angels dancing……
 
The ancestors
in her bloodstream rejoicing…such bravery she heard them whisper…they knew such courage once…they possessed it…
she is the embodiment of their intrepid natures…grabbing at happiness…believing in destiny…
she is home…finally…
delighting in anticipation…
anxious to learn
what the universe has known all along…….
 
©Linda B. Scanlan, 2018
 
 
 
Mary Magdeline ….
The Apostle
 
Mary of Magdala
how they envied you
your place
so beloved
of your God
who saved you from a life bereft……
 
They were jealous
deriding
the way he looked at you
don’t all gods
have a glint
in their eye
he had one for you
it shone like the sun
at day
at night
like the moon he hung…..
 
Mary of Magdala
they named you
a lady of the night
counterfeit accusation
when they could not
accuse you of another charge
insanity
demonization
you were possessed
with a kind of madness
he named it
eternal devotion…
 
You were a flower
blooming in his hand
he, the gardner
would soon
cry in the night
in that other garden
Gethsemani
alone
abandoned
you knew
you knew
you knew
the universe had its plans
that night
they did not include you……
 
craving acknowledgement
became a fiercely devoted follower
saw this new movement
as a revolutionary message
compelling
inspiring
extending an invitation
accepting
contributing
a small stipend
your father’s salting business
being prosperous
after all fishers of men
need food in their bellies too…..
 
Understanding your role
who you were on the stage
knowing this was much bigger
than the two of you
walking with him
listening to him
while he talked with them
nodding and thinking
yes
this is the kind of god
imagined
the sort of god
who
desired we travel
the long and winding road
keeping him company
while sharing
all the good he had…….
 
You loved him
recognized divinity in him
saw yourself
the light in his eyes
he saw himself reflected in you
a light for the nations
Divinity as Femininity
a marvel
how novel
then the unspeakable
the horror
the pain
the misery
all leading from the road to perdition
to that stairway to heaven………….
 
©Linda B. Scanlan, 2018
 
 
 
Linda B. Scanlan
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