Ill-Fated Love

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

doomed they were, for their castes differed,

never could they be married,

never could he kiss her as his bride,

burden of generations carried,

.

the night lilies held them together,

drawing strings of affection,

as they wept for their ill-fated love,

and their families’ fraction,

.

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

midnight beckoned them to return,

tear to shreds, their bond,

he looked into her eyes gone crimson,

reflection of a bloody pond,

.

two souls entwined, not letting go,

his rigid shoulders in her arms,

circling the round of his head, she shrieked,

seeing the people coming in swarms,

.

they looked at the approaching mass,

speechless of their crime,

for they had exchanged their hearts,

keeping it hidden all this time,

.

embracing her lover, she clung to her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a sorrowful sight,

.

washed afar in the river, they had bled together,

lifeless bodies’ gone pale white,

in death they were together, as they were in life,

their tale hereby I write

.

* Okay, this was meant to be a ballad. Written in consideration of dverse Form for All.

** This poem is in some way reference to honor killing, which is still prevalent here. Many lovers are being killed by their own families, because it is not acceptable by the rules of their particular castes and especially when the ill-fated couple doesn’t belong to the same caste. I am sick of this mentality and there seems to be no change coming. I have recently heard of yet another murder because of the same reason just yesterday and I feel disgusted.

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16 thoughts on “Ill-Fated Love

  1. hypercryptical says:

    Just made a comment HA and (I think) it disappeared into cyberspace.

    Sad tale you tell and sadder still that honour killing still prevail. There is no honour in killing…
    Anna :o]

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  2. Well done HA – both on your use of form and on speaking out about this horrific practice.

    Protest poems are very often written in the ballad form – the rhythm nad rhyme make them easier to remember.

    Yours has other factors too – the regular re-use of your opening line (with minor variations) helps to tie the whole piece together. Your use of strong rhymes in your threee-stress lines makes them memorable – and your occasional internal rhymes add to the musicality of your piece.

    You seem to be a little worried about the variable meter in your poem, but ballads are not necessarily metrical; what counts is the number of beats in each line, which should alternate 4 and 3 when the lines are laid out as yours are. Guess what! You’ve got that down too

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  3. This was a great ballad HA and besides the greatness of your word weaving, I believe it’s message is a very important one. I see and read about this happening way too often, even in the supposedly “advanced” time we live in and it jsut makes me very angry and very sad.

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  4. your words flow so smooth and how this tragic mentality still exists really is sad and sickening. very moving and as Bjorn states – an important poem for today.

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  5. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    This is indeed the stuff of ballads. Most of the ones I’ve encountered were tragic. It’s well written.

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  6. ugh. what a tradition eh? heart breaking….def you carry the sadness of this happening in the verse….def makes for a classical feel of a ballad as well…you really took this and ran…much longer than most responses i have read…

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