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YET LOVE REMAINS by Ginny Brannan


Sometimes we come across something that speaks to us as though it were our own… 

This happened for me when I read “When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats. It reminded me of the life I’ve shared with my husband of  almost 32 years. In that time we have certainly weathered many storms; yet we survive, our bond even stronger. 
I decided to use the words of Yeats to weave a Glosa.
A Glosa is a very old form of poetry that begins with a quote of four lines from a well-known poet, in this case Yeats, and expands the theme into four ten-line stanzas, the lines of the poet used to conclude each stanza. 
Since this form of poetry is often used to pay tribute, here I pay tribute to my best friend, my soulmate, my husband; and to the life we share together.
Yet Love Remains

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
William Butler Yeats

(Click here for complete poem by William Butler Yeats)  
I think about the sweet days our youth,
the world was spread before us for the taking--
invincible, we weathered many storms
safety found inside each other’s arms.
Discovered life together, you and I…
rappelling over cliffs and chasms deep;
wary of the monsters in the darkness--
learning that my strength resides in you.
Will love remain inside where memories steep,
when you are old and gray and full of sleep?

So many years between have come and gone
the passion found in youth not often held;
yet on occasion universe aligns,
amazing how a kindred spirit bonds
once it finds the niche where it belongs.
We couldn’t know this when we undertook
to forge a life together, you and I.
Yet over time, my love for you remains.
I hear you breathing softly while I look,
and nodding by the fire, take down this book.


The one that holds the stories that we’ve shared
well-chronicled and inked to stave our memory;
each page presents an instant froze in time,
designed to be reviewed in quiet moments…
a lifetime kept in images we’ve saved.
I scan the scraps and photos that we took,
and settle once again on favorite image--
given to me after we first met.
On cushions soft, I settle in this nook,
and slowly read and dream of the soft look…

in contemplative moment it was captured--
in graying sky your eyes shown cobalt blue;
from that moment, I was captured too.
And so we came to know each other well;
to compliment the other; to complete.
I turn the page, and now it seems that sleep
beckons me to close and come to bed.
I stretch out in the hollow of your arm
to slip away and dream of white-hot heat
your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
~
~To hear the author read her poem click here.~

Ginny Brannan: Residing in New England with husband of nearly 32 years, son and two cats, Ginny Brannan took poetry and creative writing courses in both high school and college. Foregoing degree, she headed directly into the workforce. In 2009, Ginny found herself out of work and facing the ominous task of finding employment in a cyber world and declining job market. Struggling to keep afloat, a long-time friend suggested she tap back into her creative side and pick up a pen and write (or Macbook and type as case may be). She credits the therapeutic effects of writing to getting her through this stressful time. Ginny writes both traditional poetry and free verse. She has been published in The River Muse, an on-line Art & Literary Journal. You may read more of her poetry on her website here, listen to her recite her poems here or connect with her Ginny on twitter 


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