Widow’s Keep (a collaboration)

“Widow’s Keep”

She stands at the cliff side edge
With the breeze blowing through her hair
Behind her rises the high most tower
Like a sword lifted to the air
And it makes her think of someone
Another distant place in time
Behind a wooded castle’s walls
Inside a room a night sublime

He swore he’d always be there with her
Her companion, her protector, her friend
But not long after the war of the mages
She found herself pale and alone again
Lost on the darkest battlefield
She watched the witch queen deal the blow
That struck down her brave lover
And made the witches her lifelong foe

His last breath came in her trembling arms
The poison blade having done its worst
And though now his suffering is all over
She carries with her all that hurt
For in his last breath he spoke to her
“My secret love, I will wait for thee
On shores of fine Elysium
By your tower by the sea”

While warrior funeral pyres were burning
She wouldn’t let them commit him to flame
“My sweet lover will return to the ocean
From whence my elven kind came”
She watched him drift out on the sea
In a boat which she had made
To sail forever more on and on
Until he returns again on the waves

So now she stands here every twilight
Waiting with her shattered hope and heart
That the Gods will bring back her love
When the seas of eternity part
She will not rest this evening
The watch forsakes her sleep
And she is waiting, forever waiting
On the Cliffs of widow’s keep

Written by Bonnie Jean Higgins and Paul D. Aronson some time long ago.. when we were writing out LOTR Fan Fiction

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Beamer’s Knob

~ Beamer’s Knob ~

Just past dusk
fireflies sparkling
Against a majestic wood
A little girl
Just about five
Screams in delight
At the moonlit night
Great Uncle and Dad
Talking game
The little girl
Trying to catch night-bugs in vain
Beagle puppies barking
And chasing shoestrings
As she rolls down a steep hill
Giggling
Laughing
A starry eyed girl
Mom and Grandma in the kitchen
Little brother by Daddy’s hand
The little girl laying in the grass
Falls in love with the stars.

B.J.H.
02-13-2003

This poem was wrote about my Great Uncle Ballard’s Beamer place on Beamer’s Knob.  This is dedicated to my Great Uncle Ballard and my Grandmother Higgins who have both passed on to the Summerlands.

Snow Angel ( a bit of nonsense)

I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put a log on the fire
I promise not to put ice down your back
If you promise not to attack me
I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put extra marshmallows in my cocoa
I will be your Angel in the snow
If you promise to warm me up afterwards.

B.J.H.
no,  this is not a great literary feat!

Dreaming Through November ~ Irish Sass and Fifties Class

Irish Sass and Fifties Class

Today I am feeling
The fifties
Donning heirloom pearls
And red lipstick
Mary Janes
And Irish sass
Going to a cocktail party tonight
Make it shots for me
A slick dressed gentleman on my arm
With a matching devious smile
We are sure to make a scene
Misbehaving friends
Jaeger and shenanigans
It will be a Wednesday of epic proportions
Yes..
I am feeling the fifties tonight.

B.J.H. November 2013

Requiem for a Lemon

:: Ode To The Lemon Slice::

 

Yellow lemon
Does dead man’s float
In the last gulps of my Corona
I have never been to Mexico
So, the glyphs on the bottle hold no meaning
I thrive on Jamison
And Irish Car Bombs

Pile of ashes
Half smoked cigarettes
Vintage Red Sox flame
In my nightgown on the deck
The flower pot smokes
My jaw goes slack

A big ass bug flies by
And brings me back to my drink
The lemon is no longer floating
Just a bit of mush
In the bottom of my Corona bottle

I guess my life doesn’t seem so rough
Rest In Peace Mr. Lemon

~~~~~~~~~~

Bonnie Jean Higgins
February 2013