Epic Poem: The Meadowlands

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This poem is meant to be recited in the classical tradition of a bard, The Meadowlands is a story of two lovers and their journey through time toward the culmination of their material existence. It is meant to give us a peek into the Universe beyond the life we know and, with its matter-of-fact description of their cosmic journey, perceive death to be nothing more than a doorway to an altered state of being.

Submitted: March 01, 2019

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The Meadowlands

 

White birch trees grew carelessly

toward a clear blue sky

constructing islands of tranquility

in meadowlands of grass deep green in color.

They spanned the panorama of his view

from placid streams gently flowing rich with life

to blue mist mountains shouldering a setting sun.

And, Jacob thought it all so beautiful!

 

He watched his lover from his vantage point

leaning with his arm against a tree.

She stepped this way and that

playfully touching long-stemmed flowers

arrayed in hues of violet, yellow, and of royal blue.

These flowers grew there with the grass

and beckoned bees, from miles around,

to visit them and sip their succulence.

 

There was honey to be made!

The bees knew well to culminate this task

before the summer’s end.

But, nighttime now approached

and here and there they gathered,

in their little bee formations,

flying purposefully around the girl

dancing in the crimson hue of day’s end.

 

She took her straw hat off

and let her red hair fall carelessly

down upon her shoulders

and danced her way toward Jacob’s eager eyes.

And, when she reached his place against that tree,

she threw her lithe body into his

pressing up against him—passion ebbing from her flesh.

“I love!  You love!” She sweetly said through gentle laughter.

 

He heard her tender voice

echo out along the meadowlands

like fairy voices calling.

“Indeed I do!”  He softly said

before he gathered up her lips

in such a long and tender kiss,

the both of them had stopped their breathing!

She broke away and laughed her girlish laugh.

 

“Kiss these freckles here upon my face.”

She beckoned him seductively.

He lavished her with kisses here and there

until she could no longer stand

the heat of passion rising in her breasts.

“Oh!  My God!”  She cried.

“Let me go!  It tickles every inch of me!”

He stopped to look into her eyes.

 

“I’m so in love with you!”

He softly said releasing her

from his powerful embrace.

She moved away still smiling

with satisfaction forming deep

inside her feminine.

“It would be,” she quietly replied,

“difficult to fathom otherwise.”

 

She took his hand in hers and sighed

a lover’s sweet lament.

And, still felt carnal potency

gathering a lust

that drew upon her sense of touch

like something that had caught her up;

like gravity.

“Beloved man,” she said to him!

 

She tugged upon his arm.

“Follow me.”  She pleaded

pulling him away.

“To where may we be going?”

He asked, laughing gently

taking up his place

upon the path toward home.

“You’ll see,” she said.

 

Laughing, like two children,

they pulled and tugged upon each other 

until she had led him to a promontory.

It overlooked the inland sea

that stretched from east to west

and out beyond the far horizon.

“Here,” she said,

“…here is where you’ll build our home!”

 

Jacob walked in front of her;

his hand had slipped away;

her satiny female skin

fading from his sense of touch.

She watched him slowly turn his head,

upon the panoramic view,

in desperate apprehension.

“Here,” he asked?

 

“Right here,” she replied.

He turned to look upon his dream

standing with her back against

the gathering darkness

bleeding down into the blood-red

rim of sunset in the west.

“This petition shall be granted.”

He said.  “It is my wedding gift to you.”

 

He took her hand in his.

They strolled along toward the village

where her father’s house

would shelter her for yet

another night of patient waiting.

“Come, love,” he said,

“it’s time I took you home.”

She followed him obediently—her hand in his.

 

And so it was that in that year

Jacob and his brothers built

a fine new house and raised a barn

upon the hill that overlooked

the inland sea.

He set stone walls around his lot

and humored all the elders

as they teased him for his marriage plans.

 

Until, at last, the marriage feast

was held upon the village green.

And, people came from all around

the countryside to see

their two new love birds granted

peace and much prosperity.

The marriage vows were taken.

And, a fine feast was consumed.

 

Then, finishing his wedding toast,

Jacob gathered Marta up

into his arms and gently placed

her in their carriage.  And, climbing up

into the driver’s seat, he slapped the reins

against the horse’s rump

and rode away while friends

and family cast their blessings on them both.

 

In time, they had a family;

two children—one a boy

and one a girl.

And, like his dear old grandpa,

Jacob planted fruit trees,

arranged by kind, on low ground

protected by the southern sun.

He labored long with much determination.

 

He cleared ground for a garden

that he constructed like a fairyland

much to his wife’s delight.

Each feature that he built into

the landscape was likened to a dream.

It grew in small steps—as children grow.

The farmstead soon began to

mimic art as though it had been sculpted so.

 

Their kinfolk came from miles around

to wonder at the fantasy

created by the craftsmanship

of Jacob’s skillful hands.

Each year he added something else

to please his wife for she

inspired him to think creatively.

Their love burned on inexhaustibly.

 

Their children grew

and married lovers of their own.

But, everyone agreed,

no love like theirs had ever been

so capable of such imagination!

The farmstead prospered

and, each year, brought harvests

incomparable to any that anyone had ever seen!

 

Like some organic thing

that grows upon the land

the homestead grew.

Sprawling like a stand of trees

to shelter Jacob’s family.

His children, and their children too,

soon built houses of their own

upon the family’s acreage.

 

In time these two grew old and,

like those who had preceded them,

became the guides of all the youthful

minds that curried their attention.

They’d watched their parents

journey on to paradise and knew

the time grew near for them

to take that path as well.

 

Then one day, while Jacob walked

out along the path that took

him to the old tree he favored

most of all, he stopped

to look about and, of course,

lean against his favorite tree.

And, there in the meadowland

below walked his Marta.

 

She moved with gentle grace

as though she were a lithe

and supple girl again.

He saw that she had donned

a simple dress of white that day.

And then the memory seized him.

It was the same dress she had worn

so many years before.

 

She danced her way along,

the flowers gently swaying

in clusters of delightful hues

arrayed there in a field

of deep green grass.

Holding her straw hat upon

her head, she stopped

to see him standing in her view.

 

She stepped cheerfully his way

to cuddle in his arms.

“I love!  You love!”  She said to him.

“Indeed I do!”  He quietly replied.

There they kissed, so longingly,

the sparrows blushed

in branches high above them.

The day drew to a close.

 

As night approached,

stars bleeding through

a wine-dark dome of endless space,

they set off for their home.

And, on the pathway toward

their tidy house, they met

a man whom they had never seen before.

“Good tidings, stranger.”  Jacob said.

 

“Good tidings, Jacob.  Good tidings, Marta.”

The stranger offered in reply.

“Do we know you?”  Jacob asked.

“Yes, I think you do.”  The stranger answered.

Jacob thought for just a bit;

holding his chin in the cup

of his hand—trying to remember.

Then the memory came to him.

 

The stranger was the power

that once had sponsored life

for both he and his beloved;

conveying to them, through all time,

a life filled with tender memories.

And Jacob understood.

“It’s time to go?”  He asked, perceptively,

though knowing this to be the case.

 

The stranger did not answer him

but starred into his eyes

transforming images that came

to his mind’s eye

within a single thought.

He stood confused

clutching Marta’s hand;

worried of the choices he should make.

 

“Please, continue on.”  The stranger said.

“And savor life’s sweet mysteries

until the end of time.”

The stranger stood aside and let them pass.

Holding on to Marta’s little hand

Jacob struggled to step out and on

along the way toward home.

But, then the stranger said to them:

 

“Not that way, Jacob, but this.” 

He said extending His right arm

in a gently sweeping motion.

Then Jacob saw the day draw fast

upon the far horizon.

The moment lifted up the sun

from slumber to awake

the countenance of all Creation!

 

Jacob took a step in apprehension

thinking on the majesty

of all that was around him.

He heard his Marta say:

“How beautiful the colors are!”

And, when he looked at her

he saw, to his surprise,

the veil of age had lifted from her face.

 

“Shall we never see our kinfolk, then?”

He asked the Master quietly.

“Of course, of course you will,”

The Master answered him.

“Look there, you two,” He added pointing,

“someone dear to you approaches.”

Jacob strained to see the person

walking toward them on the road.

Joy swept over Jacob’s heart!

It was his dear old grandpa!

 

“Thank you, Master.”  Jacob said

in veneration at the sight

of all these miracles.

Then the Master’s kindly personage

faded from their presence.

“It’s about time!”  Jacob heard

his grandpa beckon to him.

“Grandpa,” both of them exclaimed!

 

The two of them ran off

to meet their dear old man

to find, to their surprise,

that he had changed

into a strapping young

and handsome fellow!

“What miracle is this?”

They asked rhetorically

 

He laughed and bid them

come to him and took

the two of them within

his powerful embrace.

It was the hug of hugs!

He had so long desired

to take his favorite boy again

into his arms and kiss his face.

 

And time continued on.

And life continued on.

And, out along the pathways

of the stars, did their two souls

engage a journey of adventure!

Their love had not diminished

in countless aeons woven fast

like tapestry.

 

* * *

Thomas came to fetch

his Ma and Pa and found

them lying in each other’s arms

against his father’s favorite tree.

He hurried home to fetch

his sister and her son

and bring the buckboard out

to carry off the two in quiet dignity.

 

Three days past in mourning;

the two lay side-by-side

upon their funeral pyre.

The kinsman came from everywhere

to pay the two their last respects

for they had taught their family

the meaning of devotion.

Then were they consumed.

 

At dawn upon the following day

Thomas walked with Sarah

out along the Meadowlands

and shook the urn

to loose the ashes from its grip.

His Ma and Pa where now

the stuff of stars drifting with the Earth

for ever more among the stars.

 

Yet, little did the children know

that, on a fair green world

a lifetime from their place

in space and time,

two lovers built a house,

and, with their friends, raised a barn,

and cultivated yet another garden.

How curious.

 

The love we know today will compass time

and carry us on journeys

only lovers can endure.

What is the meaning of our death?

If mortal eyes cannot perceive

the things within God’s Universe

still waiting for us to discern,

then dying comes to no account.

 

The End

 

 


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