Secret Midnight Toll

(With reference to Songs from the 70’s)

Well, here I sit.

James Taylor sings
Fire and Rain
and those sunny days
he thought would never end,
he had hoped to see you

….one more time again.

And, here I sit.

Humming Joan’s Diamonds and Rust,
and smile at her words
on the ‘original vagabond’
“my poetry was lousy you said”;
she sings, as her guitar gently strums

….as Dylan drifts away.

Now Cat’s singing
‘My Lady D’Arbanville
why do you breathe so low?’
as you did that February morning
when you lay not breathing…
and your cheek was icy cold.

So, there I sat.

Kissed you goodbye…
your lips did seem like winter
and my heart pounded so…
I bade you safe journey.

I must pay the Secret Midnight Toll.

Published by Jayshree M. Tripathi

Jayshree Misra Tripathi lived a nomadic lifestyle from 1986 till 2015, as the wife of a career foreign service officer in the Indian Civil Service. She has written from across three continents - as a freelance journalist, poet and chronicler. Jayshree followed up her MA in English (Literature) from Delhi University (1978), with a Post Graduate Diploma in Human Rights Law from the National Law School of India University, Bengaluru (Distance Education programme, 2001). She has taught English Language and Literature, been an examiner in English for the Diploma of the International Baccalaureate Organisation and was their trained Consultant.

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