I know it well, yea, every crack within each leaden prison pane
I used to write my lover's beauteous name
in breath's sweet foggy art
entwined within a loving heart
or trace cupid's arrow piercing through
our monograms together, before it turned to dew
to erase all tattletale sign
that the beloved gentleman is to be mine.
Now close I sit, to this smudged glass, which the maid has long ago forgotten
still hostess of love misbegotten
I no longer see a glimpse of lacey land beyond, works of God's art
but I recall those visions in my heart
Waiting always, dressed properly and fine, I watched from above
saw village folk live and meet and work and love
But now it has all grown too dim
and is cast out by flickering memories of him.
I take my pen and once again, my ever-watchful eyes,
Ne'er allow a single lonely tear to challenge my disguise
I write to my forbidden lover and I seal the parchment tight
with waxen crest to shield against another's prying sight
and if I hurry I can send my verse by courier
across the village where my love is hard on task
and I trust it's so, o' I would never have the courage to ask
if all is being made ready for two young lovers soon to be free
yes, so that soon he may come for me.
The day I met my love, I find it hard to remember now
my window shows no hint, though it reflected all when love began to grow
The way I came to stay here, those arrangements fade to shadow
their memory disappears like foggy breath on an ancient dirty window
I only know this is not the land of my birth
Though I do recall the smell of fresh-turned earth
And my family? they know not what became of me.
that I am a constant lodger in this hotel -the best accomodations- until my lover has prepared the way for us both to be free.
And sometimes fingers cold seem old and bent and my parchment seems to curl
I often dream these days of a perfect blue-eyed baby girl,
but who she is or was is never clear to me, my dream ends before I am allowed to see.
And morn will dawn again in this year of 1803
and perhaps the maid will come, and the courier will once again stop to carry my words for me
For many days and nights now this hotel has seemed quiet as a tomb
The only lodgers I can hear are the wailing of the wind and shuffled steps beyond my room
I pray today my love may fly, and leave his wife and family
fly to my side and we will ride and from this windowed prison I will be set free.
In a list
A contest entry
- Spook Me Out! by Princess Perdue.
1200 points, ended October 4, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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So sad indeed
To save oneself within the knowledge that the one for which you have allowed yourself to fall in love with is married and yet wish him to leave that family is so sad indeed .For if a man is inticed in such a way he will move on from even you without a care in his bines
Sad indeed but happens far too often . How can you look that mans child in their eyes and ever feel you are right in what you do . For you alone rip their wings off in one stroke for you are truly heartless.
Well you got me up on my pedestal there . But think about it is he worth your time to work the rest of your life to help him pay his child support so he wont be jailed and you are willing to do without I thought not so why not go with a single man that can relish you with gifts and not have to worry about robbing from children . Oh dont mind me I just have to vent when things like this happens
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I agree, I was trying to think of a ghost who didn't know she had died waiting for someone who never intended to do anything but use her in days of old. I totally agree with your sentiment, or to have a love child and be strong enough to suffer alone instead of asking someone to leave a family, how very sad also. Thanks for reading and for sharing your views!!! I appreciate it!
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Beautiful discriptive piece with a nice old feel to it.
Well written and congrats on gold.
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Wonderful work and so glad to see it win the Gold,
a wonderful picture to work with
Congratulations on your award.
Love and Light
Frozentearz -
No reflection in the mirror
did I ever see
But the light turned black, after that
with two spots of blood on me
Have a lovely week...
Hugs...Eddy
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ooo creepy, AP poets ought to get together and do a full length thriller! I think it would be awesome! Thanks for reading. Have a beautiful day!- Kenlo Ann
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Well....this was just fantastic, got that prickly sensation while reading through these wonderful lines. You put me right in the picture and made me feel each word you penned. Thank you for this very creative piece of work into my contest. Good luck.
Shaz xx
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Shaz, thank you for this great inspirational contest! Thanks for the trophy.-Kenlo Ann
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