D: Really A?
A: Best. Song. Ever.
(not sure what assasin’s creed has to do with this, but it was the best version… go with it!)
D: You know just how to turn my anguish into a joke. I’m not ready for this A.
A: What’s the matter, D? It’s just a poem. And not the easiest poem that’s ever crawled its way out of my brain.
D: If that’s how it felt for you, imagine what it’s doing to me, woman.
A: I know it needs work, D but it’s for your book – you could try to be nice.
D: Nice? A! This isn’t about you or your questionable prose – this is about me!
A: (eye roll) Big surprise there.
D: I mean, this is about Mairead and me. I think she’s still pissed.
A: Do you blame her? I mean, centuries of waiting, D.
D: I’m not the one who went and got married.
A: She thought you were dead.
D: Sure, that’s what she says.
A: D! God I am so glad I have time before I have to write your story with her.
D: Why’s that –
A: Because if it were up to me now, she’d slap you across the face and empty a tankard of mead on your head.
D: Oh, I think she did that . . . of course, it was after I—
A: I don’t want to know. I really really don’t want to know.
D: Suit yourself.
In whispers, you come to me.
Without words you beg me,
I’ve loved you forever,
And my heart you kept close to your own.
Hands we did clasp, and promises make.
But war and deceit reached out to claim you,
Others had claws that did rend your heart.
Soul gift with magic, you belonged to Another
And with brothers in arms, you did march.
Storms on the horizon scream out in anguish
Mourning the sons who lay dead on the plain
Ravens whispered you lay among them,
Torn and bloody upon the plain.
A choice I made then,
To save us all.
My hand for his army.
Bring them home my only command.
Not dead, yet not alive
Only lost and sore and beaten
Your name on the wind does haunt my waking hours
Damning my days
For misguided honor.
To other lands you wandered
With destiny to fulfill –
The maker of kings,
Who would wake Those Who Sleep,
You fight and die and live again.
Peddlers and bards
Each with a tale to tell
Do sing so sweet with tales of glory.
They do not know they speak of you –
They cannot hear you call my name –
But I know and I hear you truly,
I hear you tell me,
Beyond me, away,
So far from me you roam.
Yet I utter words I know you’ll hear
And I reach for you, calling,
Why all the poetry? A’s on a mission to complete a compendium of source material for “The Ballad of Dubhshith and Mairead” Read about it – and “The Warrior’s Lament,” the first in the poetry series – here.
17 thoughts on “Song of the Lonely Maiden”
Holy crap… “Without words you beg me” Man, you don’t know how this phrase touched my heart, Katie! It’s a killer. It’s like saying, “I wish I can talk to you. I wish I can tell you how much I love you. I wish you know how much I’ve suffered without you. Come back to me. Come back to me.” That’s how powerful those words meant! Great, great writing!
Wow, thank you, Jack – that’s exactly what Mairead is going through too. She is such a great character – one of my favorites at the moment.
What a great poem, Katie! Mairead seems too good for D, but then it was a different time and D was perhaps a little easier to get along with? I suspect D’s heart is still broken and he covers his pain with banter. I hope we hear more about Mairead 🙂
D was, once upon a time, much much (much) easier to get along with. (so long as your name isn’t Katie Sullivan). Still full of himself, but not subject to my head! 😉 So, you’re probably right, poor heartbroken b*****d. I adore Mairead at the moment – despite her angst here, she’s a very cool lady!
This was good. D needs to lighten up. (love him though)
Thank you, John!
D does need to lighten up – I try, and yet he always manages to keep that inflated sense of self… 😉
This is great…and it would have worked well for last week’s longing prompt…that is what I felt from it, a sense of longing.
Thank you – I actually started writing it for that – as the follow up to Warrior’s lament. I wrote it at the same time, but it just would not gel – it’s still not flowing the way I’d like it to, but it’s better.
Love the poem. Very emotional and tells a great story.
Thank you – this is its fourth or fifth version. I haven’t spent near as much time with Mairead as I have D – and she has just as much story to tell as he does! Crazy kids.
Bet she’ll be fun to meet. At least for those of us who aren’t D.
🙂 She is fun – she popped up unexpectedly in the first book and I had to redraft her entire history, but I like her a lot – a lot more than I did before. She’s going to give D a run for his money!
Good to keep the old man on his toes.
Oh Katie, I really like this. And D would too if he would just get his panties out of bunch and read it.
I couldn’t have said it better Pam! 🙂
Thank you – D’s just a big ol’ scaredy cat whose heart is 2 sizes too small! 🙂
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