A fairytale poem from spring of last year:
The lady fled on gallant steed
Escaped the castle and its keep
To the river, forged the shallows
Ran the horse, through fields now fallow
Fearing the worst, she rode all night
Slept in saddle during the flight
The craggy mountains gave no shelter
The burning sun by day did swelter
Pursued by hounds, as though from hell
They caught her scent, upon her fell
If it were not for her brave warrior
They’d have sampled the lady’s flavor
But to Highland refuge she was spirited
The clan’s protection she had merited
As her distant cousin, she had sought
A haven from her future lot
Forced to marry for a treaty sworn
The lady’s fate was foreordained
But to her lover’s arms, she ran
He, the noble chief of the clan
In swelling womb his babe was carried
And he, the lady swore to marry
Very romantic! Can you imagine an arranged marriage?!? Ugh! 😃
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No! That would be horrible. Especially if my mother were responsible! 😦
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Oh god! I’d hate to see who mine would’ve picked out. Although, my parents were hippies, so it may not have been too bad…other than the not shaving pits and legs thing. 😃
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A Bohemian girl! 😉
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That’d been fine with me, and what I picked for myself as it were. But, the value of a razor can not be minimized. 😃
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Ha! I hear you!
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😉
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Fantastic
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Thank you!
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I don’t know why, but this reminds me of Game Of Thrones..! (Maybe I’m just a geek who connects everything to Game Of Thrones.. :p ). I loved this poem..!
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Ha! Well thank you! Much appreciated!
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This poem fairly gallops along, fully intended no doubt. Love it!
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Thank you Peter! 😃
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Lovely picture you paint with your words.
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Thank you, Julie!
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Sir Walter and Lady Meg Scott: great border ballad. And yes, the rhythm just gallops along.
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Thank you! I was still stuck on rhyming poetry when I wrote this one. 😀
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Nothing wrong with rhyming poetry. We diss it for the wrong reasons.
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I suppose that’s true. Well thank you again!
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I love it!! So glad she got away!
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Thanks, Vic! Hope you’re having a fun Friday evening! xo
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Love this, Meg!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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AYE–A GOOD ONE LASS! WOULD YE ALLOW A REBLOG , WITH CREDIT ONTO MY BLOG PAGE…ALSO KNOWN FOR FINE POETRY??
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Thank you kindly! Re blog away….. 🙂
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ORT-ORT-ORT (the ”seal” of approval)
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Oh, you’re funny! 🤣
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Comes with the territory, gentle lady! 😀
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Very good, kind sir! 😁
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stroll around my neck of the woods when you have the time…discover some of my jewels—poems and…reblogs of interest.
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I will be sure to!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
CLASSIC CELTIC RING—LIST’ TO THE WORDS SING!
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You just wrote a sweet romantic novel in poetic form. It reminds me of some Harlequin romance 🙂
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Oh my! A bodice ripper? 😂 Thank you so much!
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You are far too talented for your own good. Swoon xxxxxx ❤ 😀
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Aw, thanks Daisy! 😘
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You should have been born in a different era.
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If it weren’t for attitudes toward women in those bygone days… I would agree with you completely. Take me back to the turn of the last century.
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Well the past could be very nasty as well. I think I summed up my position on Golden Ages in Burning, Golden.
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Indeed. One of my favorite of your poems!
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