Her dreams were torn from her,
a bird shot midair.
She mused of dance and song,
of life without care.
A jubulant love sought
ever in her midst,
Within her finger's reach,
but her lips, yet kissed.
He swore of valliance,
of promise, ode, truth.
Though white light shone from him,
his ways were uncouth.
He dashed her days of blithe
to nights of dark mirth.
And down he cast his soul,
yes, low'r than the earth.
His love was of cold stone,
his lot was mere pain.
Down troubled paths he walked,
he had, just one gain.
Her lasting devotion,
she gave till the end.
But her fervor and troth
he'd ne'er comprehend.
Author notes
I wrote this poem at a time in my relationship with my boyfriend when I was having a very hard time communicating with him. He was my knight in shining armor and I felt like the maiden up in the tower, silenced by my own hesitations and his ever-fleeting show of emotion and love. I felt like I loved him more and I and my affections were being taken advantage of. Although the poem does not reflect exactly what HAPPENED... it's exactly how I FELT. I tend to write out my frustrations. Very rarely are my poems inspired by joy (with the exception of prompts). This poem is a prime example.
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Comments
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I like how you've made this a happily never after not so much with dark imagery and fantastical tales, but with real life ignorance and pain. It makes it more powerful and easy to relate to.
Well penned,
~lost
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i actually did enjoy the rhyme in this piece, it flowed somewhat like a short ballad.
the idea that faithfulness prevailed through all the cold and hardships is both comforting and sad...when love happened to be "within her finger's reach"
>_<
great write.
=D
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