Eleanor - A Moment In Eternity
A Melancholy Entry For the Identity Challenge
Adrift in eternity
My mind fogged
From that moment, so now ... yet so long ago..
A single moment stretched over a lifetime
Sitting there on my worn bar stool
The familiar tear in the vinyl scratching my leg
Like an old hound wanting attention
I take in the ambience.. breathing in atmosphere
Flourescent lights flicker in the dim
Like a weak disco ball circling
Weaving a spell to ensnare the unwary
Trapped spirits dancing to her tune
Spinning over a well worn dance floor
Cracked, splintered by many thousands of treading feet
Swaying, dancing, jumping, shuffling
Lost in Eleanor's magic
Wearing tracks of history into the tired wood
Erratic shadows flirting, flitting
Tugging at my eyes, begging me to come play
Flickering in time with my erratic pulse
Unique scents, yet so familiar ...
Stale beer, old sweat
Mixed cocktails stirred with dreams
A room with a century of history
A room as old as myself...
With my arthritic hands, aching joints
Earned daily over seven and a half decades
Nostrils distended, I take in the familiar fragrance
Scents of desire... the smell of despair
Countless phantoms haunt this room
Spirits of wounded souls who wandered here
Following their own path, seeking
To find a haven from the tempest
To lose themselves in whiskey and blues
One last time ... for old times sake
Here I will play one final time
Here where my very essence
Has been scoured into the walls
Peeling with the paint
Every note strummed scraping a piece
Ground into the surface of the old plank floor
Where I played to rapt listeners
Time and again
Fulfilling my destiny
Now fulfilled
Ready to be passed on
Eleanor calls to my center
Begging me come hither
Her lyrical voice breathy with need
The voice that has captivated me
Held me in thrall from that first moment
Only yesterday, sixty years back
When I was an eager young blues man
Begging for the chance to touch her
Opening up her case
I lift her by the neck
Lovingly I caress her body
My fingers stroking her smoothness
Gliding like oil on burnished steel
Quicksilver Fire Burnt Cold like ice
I pluck at her heartstrings
Fumbling... stiff... yet limbering up
Arthritic knuckles loosening
Melancholy melody of regret unfolding
My eyes close as I lean into her
Her musical tones waft through the air
Elegantly gracing the room with sublime presence
I breathe in her smell
My soul soars with the notes
Through the roof into the clouds above
Entwined in the wind
Dancing one last waltz with angels beneath lunar gaze
Eternally youthful eyes set in lined, careworn face
Watch from above
As dancing fingers fly
Weaving a whimsical blues tapestry
This old lady has been a constant companion
My support in times of strife
She was the first true love of my life
Eleanor I named her
After that one girl in high school
Many a night Eleanor kept me from sinking
Drowning into an abyss of despair
Holding my head above the crashing waves
Other times she led me to heights of bliss
As my fingers strummed
Some said Eleanor played me ...
They may be correct in that
Eleanor's redoubtable soul is stronger than mine
Hers is a soul meant to carry the ages
Which she has done sublimely
Since I learned my first actual song
First heard the right combination of sorrow
Drift forth from her to soothe my regrets
Eleanor has always had the power to captivate
To work her insidious way into minds and hearts
The moment that I first strummed her
Is the moment in which my very essence changed
Changed irrevocably ... My future set
Subservient to the gods of music
As embodied in this old guitar
Her sound sometimes a balm ...
Sometimes a thunderous storm
Others a cool breeze on a summer night
Lost in oblivious harmony I drift along
Finally, my eyes open
Eleanor lies across my lap
Comfortably ensconced she fits like a favorite pair of jeans
Her body worn in all the right places to fit perfectly
From years of lying there as I carressed her
Behind the bar old John stands
Mesmerized, lost, dreaming his own soliloquy
I smile.. He nods...
John resumes polishing the gleaming bar
Acknowledging my sacrifice
Yet giving me my space for this sad farewell
Eventually Eleanor allows my fingers to cease
Final blue notes drift into eternity
Here where she played to worshipful crowds
Year after year ... decade upon decade
Where the blues were king
Eleanor is reigning queen
Her pick the crown jewel
My days of blending harmony are coming to an end
Jazz, blues, occasional bluegrass ... Slowing... ceasing ...
Arthritic fingers ... temporarily youthful and pliant
Begin to once more clench up
Unnoticed, unacknowledged ... teardrops fall
Marring Eleanor's sublime cherry finish
Spotting, spreading ... salty, tangy, sad, yet so sweet
Soaking into her as my own spirit has been consumed
Our long history as lovers ending
Our parting amicable but sad
Next to me the euphoric young musician
Watching in awe ...
Listening with rapturous ears
His fingers dancing in time
Caught up in the power ...
Ensnared in Eleanor's musical web
With a wan smile I lift Eleanor from my lap
I feel the worn spots where she has stroked my thighs
My legs ache with loss... cold seeping in
I grace Eleanor's neck with one final kiss
Before passing her on to her new lover
Holding Eleanor out to the young blues player
I silently say goodby
Without another word I stand and depart
I can't bring myself to listen to another ...
Another man stroking my life's partner
Intimately cradling her neck
Another man's fingers strumming her heart strings
Bringing forth those haunting notes of lustful euphoria
As I reach the door a new note fills the room
A note of youthful exuberance
A note of high expectation and joy
A note of final separation
Confirming a new lover taken
I close the door behind me
Goodbye Eleanor
Whom I have loved
My six decades long moment ... Departed
My song is done
Yours continues
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (2)
'Weaving a spell to ensnare the unwary' 'Wearing tracks of history into the tired wood' 'Mixed cocktails stirred with dreams' 'Weaving a whimsical blues tapestry' You must have summoned these lines from heaven! The sway, the flow, the atmosphere. Incredible. Everything fits Eleanor's guitar dance. I really enjoyed this ode to your muse :) I love vinyls.
I loved this one as well! Brilliant work!