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Sunday, 16 April 2017

At the Parting of the Ways


At the Parting of the Ways

By dusty road, that oft I walked, do not stand,
Arching bridge, now crossed, no longer supports.
I am gone away – there is no way back for me.
On golden sands, gazing out to sea, do not stand,
Sailing ship, on far distant shore, now lies beached.
I am gone away – there is no way back for me.
On lonely hill, thinking of me, do not stand,
No roads, paths, or byways, lead me to thee.
I am gone away – there is no way back for me.
Remember me; forget you, I shall not,
For by your side, I will always be,
As together, to slippery edge of doom, we walk.
I am gone away – fair lady with beautiful soul,
Farewell to thee, our ways now do part.



It’s a work in progress, an experiment, part of 366. I have already changed it since first published. It may change again. The original version is below. Now you ask why do I keep changing it? I say in answer – what is a pentiment? More of my ambiguity! Why should I answer thee? Between that which lies below, and that which sits above, is a vast complexity that lies beyond your machine-like way of seeing an eternity. Then you ask: what is 366? Wait and see, I say by way of return.

Do not stand by dusty road that oft I walked,
For arching bridge, I destroyed as I went,
There is no way back for me – I am gone.
Do not stand on golden sands, gazing out to sea,
For my ship now lies burnt, on far distant shore,
There is no way back for me – I am gone.
Do not stand on lonely hill, thinking of me,
For no roads, paths, or byways lead me to thee,
There is no way back for me – I am gone.
Do not forget me; know that I shall never forget you,
And know too I shall always be, by your side, as together,
We walk, slowly, silently, to slippery edge of doom.
Farewell fair lady with the beautiful soul – I am gone.

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