Jemima's Ballad

The Story of the Dead Lover named Jemima. It's not really a Ballad, but it sounded like a nice title.

 

Jemima’s Ballad

By Saskia Liddick

 

She was the morning star in his night sky

He was the burning fire in her night

She was the apple of his bright red eyes

He was her inspiration and her light

Yet Heaven said they weren’t meant to be.

Jemima was his joy and elation

It was that night’s fate they both failed to see

So they were destined for separation

It was a summer night out on the beach

Angels came and swept Jemima away

The spirits turned deaf ears to his beseech

So here ended a lover’s life today

And still the years pass as he wonders why

Oh, why did his Jemima have to die?

Author's Note

A Shakespearean Sonnet written in iambic pentameter (however you spell it).

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A outstanding poem. Strong words brought me into your words. Joy then sadness was the feel of your very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote