The One With the RingA Poem by Grimm DeathwishMy partner and I found a lamp in an op-shop. A woman on a swing being pushed gently by her lover. The man's head had been broken and and repaired, but sat off kilter upon his neck.She swang on her swing as he pushed her with care And she looked back at him with his long, flowing hair. Their love was deep and true and forbidden, Their love was strong, and forever, and hidden. He stood with her in moonlight pushing her swing Then knelt down before her and gave her his ring. Then, from the trees and bushes around Her father’s forces swarmed….their love had been found. They beat him and bound him and cut off his hair They kicked him and whipped him and forced her to stare. There, her love, bleeding, unconscious in mud. She couldn’t embrace him. Her tears were a flood. They took them away…her left and him right She had nothing left, no joy and no fight. His execution in town at her father’s command. She, locked in her room with his ring in her hand. She wept and she loved staring out at the moon All alone without her “one” loved and true. But still she goes to swing on her swing And still on her hand she wears his gold ring. Sometimes in the quiet when the moon and the stars Light up the night sky, she sees her dear love. He stands there, beside her, gently pushing her swing And holding her hand, the one with the ring. © 2018 Grimm Deathwish |
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Added on May 18, 2018 Last Updated on May 18, 2018 AuthorGrimm DeathwishAboutI am a Canadian in Australia. I try to write a variety of things. I welcome comments, questions and advice! more..Writing
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