TOSCA T D' VILLE (nom de plume) CANTO HONDO
Poem by: Huldah
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1 Caitlin.Wife of Dylan Thomas.
My heart weeps for you
lonely lovely woman
beautiful
with all the promise
of a star...
Lithe dancer's body
allure of an actress
sultry and mysterious
behind your hazy
veil of smoke,
hair bright
golden light.
Dappled mare who
willingly
dragged the heaving cart
of your husband's
tomes of poems
whilst he,
fag in mouth corner
intoned sonorously on
life and death
the wonders and woes of the Wales
He adored and despised...
He drank your soul like mother's milk
he who could not slake his
abysmal thirst,
and in the end bit your breast
left you with wounds of putrid
betrayal and regret.
At his faltering side
as he went gentle into
that good night,
at the dying of the light..
those blithe souls
who stole from you
his last days, hours
deigned to
straitjacket
the fiery fury of
a wife,
a lover,
a mother
scorned.
As he leaned on
the breast of
Lady Death
his long wooed love,
and that final curtain
fell,
he bequeathed to you
the stage
bright circle,
where you could
play the life
of the famous
dead poet's wife...
Still guarding over him
in death
you sailed on that
floating hearse
returned with him
on even tide...
One last joy ride under the
setting sun
for a boy turned poet
with gap toothed smile
and true Welsh heart..
Named for Dylan
mystical son
muse that called him
to heights
of
spectacular
word flight..
But could not
free him,
till he
“unchained
and evergreen,
could sing like the sea.”
2 Copper Rain.
You untie your hair
golden copper rain..
I am your bed
you rest upon me
pitch an umber tent
for my face
wrap me warm.
You write a poem of longing
with pronged trident,
I am the sea
many fathom deep..
My heart a rainbow floor
where silver fishes of desire
come quickly to
your beam of
passion and male fire..
3 The Awakening.
I had given up the wait
for love to find me.
I was falling asleep
more and more
in many ways..
you’ve come to my door
with a rat tat tat,
smiling eyes and quick step..
debating, offering new paths of thought..
Waking me,
showering me with affection
renewing my youth
like an eagle’s..
4 Set the Beloved Free.
Open heart
open hands
the only way
the only stance.
We do not own,
we are not owned.
love sets the beloved free.
Free to live,
free to dream
free to find their way.
free to love others
as they go through their day.
Free to make decisions,
free even to fall,
as they learn life’s lessons,
to be there
when they call.
Love sets the beloved free,
empowering them to become
all that God has planned for them to be
in their service of the Son.
5 I Withdraw the Dagger.
You have not answered
any of my messages
and I am tempted
to think hard thoughts
slice what we have
to ribbons in my mind.
But then I remember
who I think you are
I
withdraw the dagger
stay my hand,
surely
there’s a good reason
for you silence.
6 Flat Earth Theory.
Very kind of you Sir Burger
to disappear
off the edge
of my world
if I didn’t know better
I would think
that the old theory
is still true.
Well, maybe you’ve
gone to fight
the dragons of your soul,
may you conquer them
and come back to me, whole.
7 Post Divorce Liason.
Life so bitter sweet
you are coming
to stay
with me
now.
Another woman’s
offspring
are helping you
move your things
into the house
someone else
bought for me.
The children of his loins
will come home,
fill my arms and heart
with love.
Later
in your double bed
you will caress me
and I will hold your heart
gently in my hands..
dare we wish
dare we hope
that this time,
it will last?
8 Washburn.
You were my lover
so many new moons ago
in nights of bitter black
after my divorce
I held you
close to my body
wrapped my arms
around you..
felt your heart beat
stroked you
gently,
and you
sang to me...
But then,
the parting,
thousands of miles
between..
I yearned for you
imagined
the shape of you..
Worried over you
braving
the fierce
Welsh winter
fiery cold
in your bones..
And now,
miracle,
you have
flown back to me
on the wings
of a silver bird..
Older
slightly
the worse for wear..
Nothing
that my hand of love
cannot heal...
I embraced you now,
our bodies
Still perfectly fit...
Welcome, welcome home,
my Washburn guitar...
9 Exiled.
You’re living in my home now,
in my space
that I have given you
needing a place
of your own.
A place where
you can grow
and find yourself,
make sense of the universe
and become whole.
And I have
no part in it,
there is no room for me,
exiled from my home
exiled from your heart
I stand apart
and watch with eyes of love.
10 Do it Again.
When I’m away from you
I can think
only
of
you.
My body
continuously longs
for your touch
remembering
and wanting you
to do it
again..
Submitted: July 12, 2013
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