Magen


I saw her thru the windshield of my truck
And she looked a little down on her luck
Walking down the 26 her dog and her
From happier times that were.

Beyond her by now
Her life gone beyond her somehow
Gray stocking hat pulled over silver hair
Her time-lined face still fair.

I saw all of this as I went past
I saw a faint smile on her lips that asked
If I would stop for her and her dog
The wake of my truck swirled a silver cloak of fog

Around her fleeting image swirling
The mist around her unfurling
And I could not go on
Unto the side of the road I was drawn

I rolled down the window as she came up to the truck
This pretty older woman down on her luck
Green eyes beaming upon me sparkling
Her countenance almost startling

“Buddy can ride in the bed” She said
“He can ride inside instead.” I said
My dog was pleased to have a back seat friend
Two black German Shepherds to this legend.

“Thank you kind sir” she said to me
“He is always with me.”
And her dog got into the back seat
Tufts of brown hair sprouting from his big feet.

And his graying muzzle was telling of his age
And I looked into the soft brown eyes of this canine sage.
And he said to me silently “Thank you for her.”
“We are travelers from times that are and times that were.”

“Buddy must have been talking to you.”
Somehow this old woman knew.
“He has this special gift.”
“And your spirits he can lift.”

“My name is Magnhildur but folks call me Magen.”
“My Mother told me it was Icelandic in origin.
And with this I could see the ancient warrioress.
Hiding in the fine lines of her stress

“And you must be David William?” she said unto me.
“And the last part Proffitt spelled with two fs’ and two T’s?
I was dumbfounded that she knew my name
In  her green eyes flashed an ancient flame.

I laughed and told her she had it all right so far
This beautiful old woman so strange and bizarre.
She reached out and took my right hand in her left.
Her lovely fingers so magically deft.

Her high cheek bones and aquiline nose
Giving her thin lips a sweet repose.
That loved to break into a broad smile
Revealing perfect white teeth that beguile

Any man who would look upon her
The tiny lines upon her face did blur
And so she became ageless
And so her beauty to me was endless.

“Not every man sees this in me.”
“But within you a special gift I see.”
And her laugh was musical and intoxicating
She took off her hat, her silver mane breathtaking.

I just sat there staring at her
She had the essence of fir trees and myrrh
“Not to worry my dear man.”
She reached over and touched my face with her right hand.

Long slender fingers and longer nails
Such tactile feedback that entails
It’s implicit message to me
Her ageless beauty easy to see.

I felt my emotions running away with themselves
As this warrioress from times passed cast her spell.
And her breathy kiss upon my lips did fall
And her deep soft-whipsered promises did call

To my very soul
Promises she did extol
From me to her
Her magic I began to incur.

Then she released her spell from me
Her green eyes dancing with glee
And she said to me, “It is as it was.”
“ I can no longer hold you because”

“You must want me without the magic”
And the tone in her voice became tragic
And my heart would not let her go.
And so I told her so.

The fires in her green eyes did burn
And her smile tilting at me did return.
I saw a tear at the corner of her pretty eyes
So I asked her “Why do you cry?”

“I will lift the magic from you eyes.”
“And you will see the real me when the magic dies.”
“And you will despise what you see.”
“So you will never love me.”

“Cast your magic aside so I may see the real you.”
She touched my face again and I knew
That I could perceive no difference in her countenance
Because of our soul’s resonance.

“Well David William do you still like what you see?”
“Will you still love me?”
“Magen I see no difference with these eyes.”
“You still have me mesmerized.”

And she began to cry
Liquid chromium from those emerald eyes.
I held her face in my hands
I felt transported into other lands

With this lady of time
This woman of internal rhyme
Whose meter is synchronized with my own.
Sometimes you just know this down to the bone.

So I drove this woman to my home besides
And in a year I made her my bride.
And she lived with me until we all died.
At the same time her and I our dogs alongside.

Dave Proffitt
2/7/2014
8:20 pm

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