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~ Ephemera / What Cometh Before Dark? / Marilyn ~

Updated on September 19, 2015

" Whereth echo flies and breeze replies,

It's there, her unclaimed mystery lies... "

~ Ephemera ~



Whencesoever gilt pendant unwinds o'er cobalt skirts of complaisent firmament, ushered by the sentry of tomorrow who bends our sky as a high-strung bow to genuflect afore higher realms, should we recollect and deplore the dearth of times under such sempiternal canopy? Times, where autumn's breath grazed dew-chapped elms, brandishing maudlin bough through rent quietude of sunlit charms, and furred mendicants foraged soiled charity like desperate brigands espying arthropodic repast with tombstone eyes that scuttled and scrambled from mortality's barbarous tact in hopeless dash to where paramnesia abides? Or wilst invented memories be overidden by truth which parlies that both gazed upon temporary ecstasies which could have melted the stars in the furnace of your unbridled heart were they shared by us together?


We've lived life never touching, as genteel wraiths, whose mouths never sealed love with deep osculation that would have translated to every part of thy trembling body and vibrant soul from kindred scintillation struck by tongues on the anvil of thy lips; rubescent, fairy dust lips like bubblegummed rose buds, curtained by arresting locks of blushing flames whose starlet-tails of victory wine chased sherbert lemon tumbles, as unto lustrous envoys of dawn, finely spun as precious thread from unseen loom, cascading upon ripened cheeks of strawberry persuasion....

Silhouettes are but servant eidolon we cast by light which haunt only ourselves; inked vowels, spilled across patient page, art but dusk of swain's soul proposing tender shade o'er the ceaseless essay of her troubled heart.

~ What Cometh Before Dark? ~

" Whilst Poe's raven bullies thro' living canvass of milk winds cocooned in ivory blankets from Armstrong's parking lot and frightened clouds turn on porch lights to harass the great nought, like minted coins, tumbling from angel pockets, they empty the reason for the night into the black, aerial sea, executing celestial reveries, releasing agape's roar from spiritual thrones to ignite infinity into the heart of my beloved who blinks radiant paean in unison with swevens' express twinkle.

Essence of the unseen jolteth minds once more to arrest hearts of binding words lassoed by scabbard tongue, thence slicing the lower heavens with beauteous symmetry of soul, translating nature's mysteries of wild beasts and euphony of bird's song upon human scrolls in order to bear witness, for their reluctant silence must one day soon become ally to the vast audience of future history. "

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~ Marilyn ~


A perennial eulogy for a little girl who sadly died at nineteen days' old.


Now must my sleeping petal once again wear the ageless rose and gentle daisy as her 'ternal dress, swathed in emerald pastures of Michaelmas eye and hyacinth true, guarding ye with vernal watch, which purse trumpets of milk lily in honour of thy secret bed.

Forsooth, their joy no longer robes thy gaze, nor gayness imbibe wind-drawn scents of clefted dale evaporating 'pon vistas of love's reverie.

Today shall cup my innocent in ancient barrow that memory darest not forget, whilst thy youthful ghost follows the southern gust upon heady thermals of a celestial tomorrow which your brother shall ne'er witness, 'till thou's oaken chamber resteth atop thine own, waiting for Seraph shophar and holy hands to rap their brass handles, awakening my sleeping beauty from untimely slumber, to summon forth to the peaceful country we dreamed of, 'cross sieved shores of filtered schist and Danube foam, clutching your bucket and spade so we could build your Princess palace.

As salted prisms wend crystal lanes across farded, poppy cheeks, thy Father's Immortal hands will dry with radiance, their telling beads, for thou art famous, autographed in the Book of Life.

As a silvered wafer of waning, misty moon marries the dusk tide with fading sapphired blinds, and pupil night seizeth yon highway of blazing chariot, thy broken-hearted brother will turn a gaze to the heavenly palette, seeking a wink from the varnished twinkle of my little star beneath His sacred tent, whilst the cat's miaow translates our sorrow.

So until thy brethren reside with thee, let the fried egg of a spring morn' sky sate this hunger; letteth tiny clouds from the robin's breath quench thy thirst and remembrance of your tresses fair, like grief-smudged sunlight, crown thee still, dazzling angelic host, who drinketh to the empyreal glory of thy true home.


R.I.P. ( 16th June 1963 - 5th July 1963 ).

THE END

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you for coming by with your kindness and blessings Kim, and hope that things are going well for you at the moment.

      Sending best wishes for a happy and satisfying weekend.

      R.Q.

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      ocfireflies 2 years ago from North Carolina

      Sir RQ,

      I always feel as if Shakespeare chose you to channel his inner spirit for you are so rare in your words in this day and time. First, you take me on such an erotic ride followed by such sadness. Only you can pull such off with levity and grace.

      Blessings Always,

      Your Lady Lighten' Bug

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      Jennifer 2 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Yes, thank you! Information Technology is what I'm working on!

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Grad school eh? Congratulations! You're one smart cookie; go you!

      R.Q.

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      Jennifer 2 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Yes, I am. I'm in grad school now!

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you writinglover! Hope you're doing O.K!

      R.Q.

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      Jennifer 2 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Aww! So beautiful RQ!

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Faith;

      Thank you for the lovely sentiments and glad that you enjoyed the writes.

      What a happy coincidence that the cat photo looks like you and your hubby's recliner buddy! I hope your furry centurion is padding around the Faith Reaper estate as we speak,, wrestling moths, fighting with the mirror and making a sizeable dent in his crunchies, and that your doglet Max is healthy and all of your family are doing well today.

      Have you ever wondered what those beasts get up to whilst you're at work?

      https://www.flickr.com/photos/51483564@N03/4804360...

      Have a fabulous week and thank you for your blessings;

      Warm Regards;

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      It's good to have you come by MsDora and thank you for your uplifting and encouraging comments.

      Kind Regards;

      R.Q.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      So many delectable lines here, dear Romeo ... "that both gazed upon temporary ecstasies which could have melted the stars in the furnace of your unbridled heart ..." and on and on! You are certainly spoiling us here with twice the blessings of fine poetry.

      Your lovely tribute melts one's heart with such beauty expressed ..."letteth tiny clouds from the robin's breath quench thy thirst and remembrance of your tresses fair ..."

      That image is precious. Looks like my cat, George : )

      I read these gems on my phone the other day and wanted to wait until I was on my computer to share. I thought I did that and just realized I had not commented! My apologies.

      May God bless you and yours always

      Sharing everywhere

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      I'm impressed by the beautiful phrases throughout these works: dew-chapped elms, bubblegummed rose buds, beauteous symmetry of soul, grief-smudged sunlight. You're an expert word painter.

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you Phyllis and glad that it took you to a place of peace.

      Hope everything bodes well with you and yours as well - everything is just fine and dandy this end thanks for asking and sending those blessings right back to you also.

      Enjoy a lovely week ahead;

      R.Q.

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Angels sing lullabies for babes in Heavenly repose. Such a tender and loving eulogy for a beloved little sister. You know each other in spirit.

      How you pull the mysteries out of Nature's beauty amazes me, Romeo. This poem takes me into a deep mystery that lies within a dark and ancient forest, moss and quiet faeries peeking out from their hidden homes - how I got there I don't know, it is just what I felt and saw in my mind.

      Hope all is well with you and loved ones. Blessings to you.

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      You're such a brave and strong woman pstraubie; question marks are puzzling but like you have eloquently written in your own precious tribute, your chosen poem by Linda Campanella, ' When all that's left of me is love ', offers what is needed to carry on by giving away.

      Thank you for your sharing nature and trust that God's messengers will give you and your family needful comfort also, even if all of the answers remain presently veiled.

      God Bless;

      R.Q.

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      Patricia Scott 2 years ago from sunny Florida

      You made the right decision to publish. A tribute from your heart and your mind's eye no doubt the words are felt even unto the heavens.

      You painted the palette so lavishly throughout this writing....

      Angels are once again on the way to you ps

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      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      They're great too! Don't start me off on anything else; the sweet shop will be raided!

      Thank you. The sun has been out today in lovely France and might be kind to us for a few days this week.

      Ann

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Good evening Ann;

      Thanks for your lovely comments.

      This Hub was compiled a few weeks' ago and the compendium of poems even older still, but was a bit reluctant to post the ' Marilyn ' eulogy because of it being so personal though finally decided that leaving a lasting legacy by way of a memorial tribute was the right way to go, even though she passed a long time before I was born. Thank you.

      Lemon sherbets! Now there's a memory! Haven't tried those in ages; like you, used to love them as a kid ( and you obviously still do - what's not to like? ), but when I met chocolate limes, I'm afraid I was unfaithful and never went back lol!

      Enjoy a relaxing evening and hope the sun shows his face for you all during the week;

      R.Q.

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      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      Such wonderful imagery throughout and what a touching tribute to the baby (your sister I presume?). Absolutely beautiful.

      On a lighter note, you mentioned sherbet lemon and my mouth won't stop watering; I loved that as a child and still do! Thanks for the memory prod.

      Ann

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      I hope it's a really good spring and summer for you all and those vines of yours keep producing the goods!

      R.Q.

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      Lawrence Hebb 2 years ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      RQ winter is just over here, the weather is still a little cold but looking forward to summer.

      Lawrence

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you for the blessings Lawrence and trust that life is treating you and your family well in Hamilton.

      Best Regards;

      R.Q.

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      Lawrence Hebb 2 years ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Really good. Enjoyed the prose here.

      Blessings

      Lawrence