My Northern Love
Where do I go from here?
I hate him!
I hate this place!
I have no part in it!
I am dying a slow death
I am witnessing the death of Me
I am witnessing the death on my love
It hurts! Oh! How it hurts!
Why did I marry him?
Why did I leave my home
To go out into the wild world of Adventure
The glittering world of False Promise?
I left my home, so snug
So safe, so warm
Why?
I remember he was so strong!
He was so beautiful, so passionate, so kind
I remember he was shining
And I loved him
How I loved him!
He seemed like a knight stepped from
The pages of Poetry
From the Court of King Arthur
Dreamed of by Tennyson, and me
My Prince
Come to wake me with his kiss
His touch, his touch
He told me of his love for the harsh world
Created by men, for strong men
Men who seek the earth’s treasures
Copper and iron, silver and gold
Who seek these treasures in strange places
Who brave dangers and fight hard
To win their prize
To achieve their goal
As he spoke I saw the modern Odysseus
The Jason of the present day
Hercules labouring again at his gigantic tasks
How do I convince my wild Love
Of my needs?
How make him see that life isn’t only
The call of the wilderness
The wide horizon and the empty sky
Empty, yet full of the Soaring Eagle
Soul mate to my Love?
I hate him!
I hate this place!
I have no part of it!
But tonight, in the soft light of Evening
In the gentle warmth of his smile
In the excitement of his touch
I will love him
Where do I go from here?
Poem Written in: Pickle Lake, North-western Ontario | July 1979