Out Of The Frying Pan Poem by Mary Champion

‘Twas a dark-eyed Delilah who'd broken my heart
as, with light mocking laughter, she'd walked out the door.
And she never looked back as my world fell apart -
left naught but the scent of the perfume she wore.

Years passed in pointlessness, why should I care
when the one that I wanted had scorned me and gone?
My heart had grown almost too heavy to bear.
The search for a new love could not spur me on.

As I walked through the beechwood in aimless ennui
I was sprung from my lethargy, glimpsing ahead
a nymph in a clearing, who danced wild and free,
and I felt my heart race when I'd thought it was dead.

Her hair shone like copper - all tossed in the breeze,
her eyes glinted green as her smile drew me in
with a promise of pleasure I hastened to seize.
One touch of her hand and I felt my head spin.

As we danced like twin dervishes, day turned to night,
but lighter than feathers we felt no fatigue.
The hypnotic green gaze of the magical sprite
made me feel like a god who had powers unique.

Then she whispered 'The time for our dancing is done,
come lay with me now on this soft mossy bed.'
As I reached out my arms - like a dream she was gone.
When I woke in the dawn, she alone filled my head,

 
The Dark eyed Delilah was banished at last
she no longer haunted my heart night and day
‘Twas the copper-haired damsel who now held me fast.
A purposeful passion had come into play.

So, I walk every day in the beechwood and search
for the green-eyed goddess I am driven to find.
But it seems that our lifelines will never converge.
I've spent twenty-five years going out of my mind.