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Jude kyrie Dec 2018
The portrait.

1926 London

He was desperately poor.
who needed a starving artist in this cold cruel English winter..
Spending his last few shillings he bought a ticket to the play.
It was at the London hippodrome.
Staring Miss Abigail Kendrick.
He had read of her in a theatre magazine
in the little country hamlet
that he had spent his whole life.
but here he was in London
and she who had stolen his heart with a magazine picture.
Was here, he must see her.

In the theatre she shone like the star she was.
Even when the spotlights faded
All  he could see were the beautiful color of her turquoise eyes.
In the second act he was in love with her.
By the end of the play he was besotted.

He went back to his tiny room
By not eating he bought the paints and canvas.
Carefully mixing his colors
on the pallet.
he found the hue he sought.
The perfect turquoise of her eyes.
When it was completed
he thought it to be the pinnacle
of his work thus far in his life.

After the next show was over
he waited outside the theatre stage door.
Several Hours later
she appeared dressed beautifully

He stepped forward into the gaslight
from the flickering street lamp.
You are the most beautiful creature
in god's creation he uttered.

I am in love with you so much in love.
He passed the small painting to her.
And she took it from him.
It's ...it's.. so beautiful she whispered.
Not as beautiful as you milady

She kept the painting for her whole life.
Always in a predominant position
in her stage dressing room.
She heard the artist had died
a few weeks later after he gave her her picture.
So sad so very sad.

2018

The young woman entered
.the old building in London.
Her great great grandmother
had passed on
she was left all of her possessions
She was over 100 years old when she died
and the girl knew there
would not be much of earthly value.

But it was her duty to clear her apartment.
She saw the programs of the the plays
her great grandmother had been in.
Then she saw the painting
on her mantle shelf.

It was so beautiful
a portrait of her great great  grandmother
in her beautiful maytime.
The eyes were dancing in the light
even now so turquoise

She had been a great beauty.
She looked at the name of the artist in bottom corner.
With all my heart and love Roger Donovan
Her heart stood still for a moment.

She had to call her own artist man
who had stolen her heart forever.
She pressed his name in her contact list
Her cell phone sent the call.

The receptionist at the art gallery answered
Can I speak with James Donovan please.
He answered the phone excitedly
and said darling I have just completed
your portrait it is the best work
I have ever done.
I truly believe
I have the exact hue
of your beautiful turquoise eyes.
Serendipity perhaps
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
Neither one of them knew when the rivalry began.
It was certainly in their infancy.
Rachel Huntington was twenty
a star scholar at Oxford university.
Matthew fotheringham was the same age
also a star scholar  
They excelled in the study of English literature
having read all of the aincent and modern classics in high school.
It was known that saint Hilda's college at Oxford
regarded Rachel as  the most  gifted student
they had seen for years.
In his group the same was said for Matthew.

They shared the same advanced literature class
and the tension between then was palatable.
She would put forward a proposition
on Shakespeare repeated usage of
Iambic pentameter.
And Matthew would destroy her concept
with a detailed analysis of his works.

Have you been  cribbing with Cole's notes
he would add in disdain.
Rebecca hated him
calling him insufferably conceited and a total buffoon.

He once went to her dorm
to pick up an ancient script
she had borrowed from the library , the only copy.
He phoned from the hall
shall I come up to your room
And pick it up.
Rachel shouted No!
I will bring it down to you.
You are never to come up to my dorm.
It's not that I wouldn't allow a man up here
But if anyone were to see you leaving
and got the wrong idea.
I don't want them to think I have no taste
and low standards in boyfriends.
And that's how it went on.

Then the literature guilds competition had been announced
Scholars from all over Europe
were to present their essays of no less than 25 thousand words and the winner would receive 25 thousand guineas
but more importantly that opened the door
to the chairs of literature all through the continent.

The rivalry escalation was at fever pitch.
Matthew worked  75. Hour weeks on his essay
Rachelle kept up with him never wasting a single moment.
The class bookmaker has had narrow odds on the winner it one of these two.

They went to the presentation hall
and entered the book sized essays
sealed in manilla envelopes
Rachel quipped,you don't have a chance,
you couldn't copy mine.
Matthew said,
I hope they don't use the new plagiarism software
you have probably stole yours from the internet.
I already have made plans for my winnings he bragged.
What a good plated pocket protector
and  a girl friend you just add air too.
Matthew was hurt
Particularly at the insult
that he had a blow up plastic girlfriend.
He remembered humor was the best defence
it showed they could not hurt you.
I only bought her for driving
on the diamond lanes on the highway.
Anyhoo nothing happened between us
until that last night of term
When we drank too much wine.
Rachel walked off in disgust
As he yelled so all could here
She's better in bed than you will ever be .

It was two weeks to the announcement of the contest winners.
No use worrying about it Matthew said
He went for a long evening stroll by the river.
As he turned on the river bend he saw Rachel
She was crying say beneath a huge willow tree.

For once he did not have a smart quip or an insult.
He walked to her and sat down next to her.
Why are you weeping ? Rachel he asked gently.
She had never ever heard his voice so soft.
My father died last night. She sobbed.
It occurred to Matthew he knew nothing of her life.
I am so sorry what happened
He was the clergyman at Saint Monica's Anglican Church
He had cancer and never let me know.
It had taken all his savings to get me through Oxford.
And he did not want me to lose focus.
Then she wept freely
Matthew held her close to him she wept on his his shoulder
His fingers gently touched her reddish auburn hair.
It was soft she smelt of lavender soap it was nice.
I ...I have to go to Stow  on the wold, tomorrow for the funeral.
I shall take you there
Do you have a car she asked.
Yes I have a twenty year old MG convertible.
My dad bought me when I got into Oxford.
It was arranged he picked her up
and off to the funeral they went .

He never felt as comfortable
or comforting in all his life.
He was seeing her in a new light
after all the stupid years.
They arrived at the old vicarage
Mrs Evans the housekeeper hugged them both
It's about time you got your pretty nose
out of those old dusty books
And got yourself a boyfriend.
The weird part was neither one of them
corrected Mrs Evans.

The funeral took place
And they set back along the old country roads to the university.
They talked about literature art poets and writers.
Then the old engine conked out.
Miles from anywhere
You need to go get petrol she said.

But there's no station between here and Oxford said Michael.
The phone signal was not reaching them.
We have to sleep in the car for the night.
Rachel said as long as you don't get any ideas.
You are not my type.

He was going to tell her she was his type
but said nothing.
It was freezing in the night Rachel was shivering
He took off his coat and jacket
and put them over her in the back seat
As he shivered frozen in the front seat.

In the early morning they woke up
She stepped out of the car and stretched
Matthew was on one knee in front of her
What are doing she asked?
What does it look like I am doing ?
I am proposing that you become my wife.
Never! never! never !
After all the insults you have laid upon me.
Well I'm I'm sorry he whispered.
Not good enough she shouted.

Do you have the guts to make a bet with me Matthew asked.?
Her reddish hair answered the challenge
Just try me.
OK if I win the award you will become my wife.
If I win then you get lost and marry the blow up lady.she countered.
Well the challenge was a tough one
If she did not accept it it was saying he was smarter than her and she knew it.
If she accepted it was the opposite.
OK you have a deal.

A week later Matthew was working in the library
The prize winners are being posted on the notice board.
He felt a gasp in his chest
As he reached the crowd of students he saw Rachel
She even had a trace of makeup on she was now
Getting to look beautiful to him.
Good luck rachel he whispered I hope you win.
She knew he meant it but she remembered the wager.
She said softly I hope it's you that wins Mathew.
A young woman rushed out of the crowd
Rachelle you won you won.
Mathews heart sank
Congratulations Rachel I am so happy for you.
She felt a tear selling in her eye
Mathew where are you going she said.
You told me to go And marry my send away lady
that you just add air to.
If I lost the bet and you won Rachel.
And her heart sank in her chest.

Then the young woman saw him
Matthew congratulations you won.
She showed him a copy of the winners notice.
It had a note
In all the years of the competition we have never had two such magnificent essays
The adjudicator's were unable to mark one better than the other
We have shared the prize to two winners for the very first time.
Rachel held Mathew close and kissed him fully and hard.
Not caring who was watching.
He kissed her back
The crowd were astonished
their feud was legendary at Oxford.


Two years later.

Matthew strolled in the park with the twins
and his beloved wife Rachel.
She had married him
a week after the award ceremony at Oxford.
It was said in the coffee room that the university
had never had two professors
as much in love as them
they were now both  teaching in the English department
and we're already in competition for their tenure.
But they never spent a moment appart.

He picked up the twins
and shouted his love for Rachel
on the top of his voice.
The evening breeze picked up the perfume
of the fallen leaves.
Rachel smiled at him
and whispered softly
I love you too dearest.

She felt him slip into that private room in her heart
that she always saved for her soulmate
As he entered the room holding their two babies.
She locked the door behind him
with the only key that existed.
And then she threw it
into the dense woodlands of Oxfordshire
Never to found again.
Opposites yet so alike .
The best kind of connection.
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
She was sick that I knew
Being caught between boyhood and manhood
did not make me blind.
They cut my hair off tonight honey.
It's ok mom
you are still
the most beautiful woman in the world.
You are such a charmer honey
The girls are going to love you.
I only want you to love me mom
Only you.

Everyone noticed I could not sleep anymore
Want to talk about anything?
the school nurse said.
No maam I said.

Then the nightmares
The tree huge and everlasting tree
outside my bedroom window.
It walked when I fell asleep.
It's twigs  like fingers
pulled me from my bed
It lifted me to its roaring mouth.
Fires glowed within
I am not afraid I said.
But I just don't know
how much I was afraid.
You are going to share your deepest
fears it roared.
But still I kept silent
not showing him anything.
No fear.

.Mom I need to sleep with you
I take her the meds
Just for five minutes honey.
I feel so sick sweetie.
Your Ok mom
You will get better.
Your hair will.
Grow again.

Call your dad He's in L.A
I know with the sister I never met.
And the lady I dont want to know.
Shhhssssss it's OK.

Then he came again
made of roots and leaves and twigs.
He picked me up like a Bird in the nest.

Tell me your truth. he roared
I have none I wailed.
But I did.....I did......I did

Grandma called she was as cold as ice
Some things never change.
You need to come to my place she said
Got there it was full of China figurines
I am going to the hospital don't touch anything

But the tree monster came again
I was so angry smashed all of grandma's stuff.
When she arrived back home the place is wrecked
She does not give me the licking I deserved.
Instead I heard her weeping in her bed.

The monster came again that night
It's time for your pain tell me it said.
I don't have pain, I lied
Tell me or you will be crushed
by my limbs it threatened.
I....I.....I want to tell her to let go
But that's my fear
It would be my fault you see.
What do I do?
You tell the truth the monster said
Only the truth.

I got back to grandma's place.
I looked at her
She kind of looked like mom.....But older
I just got a call from the hospice she said
We have to hurry
We got to go there?
At the railroad tracks
we were stopped.
By a freight train

Grandma said
We are very different people you and me.
I said I know grandma
But we are going to have to get along
I said I know grandma.
She said of course you do.

We got to the hospital
The nurse was solunm
Go right in, its OK.

She was dying I knew it.
Mom held my hand
I felt the monster behind me.
It whispered in my ear
I am here with you.
What do I do?
I said.
Tell the truth of the ages since time began.
The one that comes
from the inside of your heart.

I squoze her hand tight
I said
It's OK mom.
It's OK to go.
I will be ok.
I promise.
A giant heavy weight fell from my heart
I was truthful finaly.

I remember the last movement
of my mother hand
It faded away softly
Unlike my memories of her love.

But when we got back to grandma's place.
I cried and grandma held me to her breast.
I said I am so sorry grandma
For breaking your stuff.

She pulled me closer
I know honey.
It doesn't matter.
Yo are all that matters now.
I love you honey.
I said softly I love you too grandma
Soo sad to let go
so important we learn how
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
Are you crying tonight
As darkness swallows the light
Are you sorry we drifted apart
Do you play our old tunes
Below mellow moons
Do you miss
When I called you sweetheart

Does my chair by the fireplace
Seem empty and bare
Do you look in the twilight
And picture me there

My hearts so filled with pain
Can I come home again
Let me make all wrongs be right
I’m so sad being  lonesome tonight
Based on an old tune
written by Roy Turk and Lou Handman in 1926
Last recorded by Elvis Presley
After he completed 2 years service in the army
I think there's is better than mine
But I wanted a go a trying something
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
I am 16 and black.
I don't mean
Amber or brown or cast.
I mean black.

The kids at school hate me
this is a white neighborhood.
But mom works for the whites.
She scrapes a living
and takes care of me.

Its just you and me mom
Only us.
Always us.
I know Mom.

Dad is dead
That's the end
All there is
He was a a navy seal.
In Vietnam.
Say no more.

They captured
and tortured him,
He died.
I know you
didn't want to die
Dad.

There was a package
he sent home.
It had a weapon
in the parcel.
Mom did not care  
She just missed him.
and kept it behind
their wedding pictures

I got his baseball hat
Not much
but it was his.
It  had navy seal in the back.
And to be truthful  it was  
my  most
treasured  possession.

I was the **** victim
of the. Bullies  at high school
they  tormented me
and beat me up
Even as I
was kicked and beaten
I held onto that hat.

Revenge is sweet they say
But I was black and kind of quiet.
I  just took their beatings
But they never
got that hat.

One white girl liked me.
I don't know why
She held me to her breast
after the beatings.
And if I knew what love was
I would say I loved her.
I think.

I got into the fight
with the  bad bully.
He was big and unforgiving
But I tried
and I got in a lucky punch.
It floored him
I guess it contained
All the pent up
hate and abuse.
And made it one punch.

They came to our house that night
Mom threatened
to call  the police.
But they shot her twice.
I knew she was dying
She whispered
with the last breath

Don't. seek revenge
my son
seek forgiveness
I had heard that in the bible
class somewhere.
But the burn
scorched  my soul

I went to his house
The revolver from
dads final package.
Gave me strength.
And courage.

Then he came to door
And he saw me
I am sorry man
so ******* sorry
he wept

I tried to pull the trigger
But I couldn't
His father appeared
behind him
**** that ******* ******
he shouted

but his son grabbed
this firearm
From my frozen hand.
I couldn't  pull that.
Trigger anyway.

He shot his father
the gun remained
in his hand
as his father
died in front  of us.

Four years later

Its the christening  of
my beautiful  daughter.

The white girl and me
Decided
we belonged  together.
Despite the difference
In our skin tones.

I whispered to her
I am so happy darling.
I think
I will love  you forever

She kissed our child
On her forehead
then kissed me
On my lips.

Just a quick
I know honey kiss.

The bully
that used to be.
held my baby girl.
Over the font.

He kissed her
head softly.
.but what are godfathers
Supposed  to do.

And in the distance
I could hear my Mom
She said softly
As always.
Don't. seek revenge
my son
seek forgiveness

And as we hugged together
My former bully
and now friend
Held each other
free of the bigotry
And hate of our past.
Then somewhere
in a heaven
Yet unproven.

A nice lady
that happened
To be my mom.
Whispered
See I told you
it it would
All work out,
We get in the way
Of so much in our short
Journey
To this beautiful planet.
So full of strangest beautiful
Differences.

Sigh
jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
Tonight I walk the chambers
Of your sweet heart my love.
It is the safest place I know.

full of our moments
and memories of us.
Here is your first glance at me.
So fateful
was that a smile to welcome me.?
I never noticed that before.
Just the promise
and invitation it held.

In your arms
I live in my safe place
all through the long years.
The home that fate
has saved for me.
You hold the only key
to its door.
for I do not need one
since
I will never leave this place.

I feel your arms
around me so safe
Never ever let go
of me my love.

My heart is open for you
its locks undone.
It beckons you inside.
To live in our sunshine
To feel every beat
as my blood flows.
Reassuring
and always loved
Come in my love
to our safe place
For you my love
Always
only for you
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2018
On winters snowbound nights
We sit together by the fire
The Maple wood glowing red
As sleep drifts upon us
Like a billowing cloud

Dreams appear once more
Of long ago days of our youth
And we open the book of love
That we wrote together
Page by page
across the fleeting years

I see you splendid
in your beautiful Maytime
Your eyes as grey
as a foggy morning.
They are filled with memories
Of our passions.
Hiding the ravages of a lifetime.

I hold my hand to yours
And we still connect like two stars
Caught in each other gravity
for eternity.
]
symbiosis
of the soul
Jude
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