Among the heather, and wild thyme

Green, grows the grass
high along the mountainside
there among the heather, and wild thyme
where love bloomed, and love died.

She held her innocence near
and he honored her with his heart
never pushing between them
her kiss, he held sacred from the start.

He held her close
lying there, together in the tall grasses
her heart weary, his love given
unto the fairest of virgin lasses

She grew to love him
bending near to him, ever touching his
oft' high along the mountainside
where the heather and wild thyme lives.

Together, a moment stolen in time
they sat basking in the morning light
One last goodbye fell from her lips
as she watched him fade from her sight.

He held her close to him
honoring her last given breath
always smitten by his virgin lass
with a kiss, he set her to rest

He wandered home alone
along the lonely country side
there among the heather and wild thyme
where love bloomed, and life died.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Forget Scarborough Fair ( beautiful though the seaside town is ) this poem so strongly speaks of a deeper more romantic song Oh Danny Boy or the line by queen ~ who wants to live forever when love must die. ~ Your poem capture both the depth of love and of the pain of loss in such romantic tones. Beautiful, keep em' coming

[Lydia Blackwell]

nice feeling to this poem. i am a hopeless romantic. it is a very wistful poem. well written and deeply felt.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Are you going to Scarborough fair?

But seriously, this is a wonderful work. This has a hint of Irish in it, or the British Isles at the very least. It reminds me of the song "The Mummers Dance" by Loreena McKennett. The love expressed in this piece is felt in my heart right now.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We've very little heather here...more mountain laurel and straw grass but I hear the moors in bonny Scotland are full of the stuff. ;o) I'm of Scot descent so I am interested in such things. I've bagpipe music in my blood. This was a lovely love poem albeit a wee bit sad...ah, but isn't life that way? It's a grand life to be sure but full of pain and heartache just the same. Wonderful write.

[Christie Moses]

oh! :( This is so beautifully sad. Absolutely amazing poetry.

[E.H. Monroe]

jesus christ..hey anyone got kleenex? a tampon? a shotgun?
this wasnt just a poem. this was THE love poem. The poem of beginnings and endings...of love adn loss...of motherfucking emotional attachment and the pain that follows. I feel bad for the two bit swine and trashos that dont see the whole message here. One of regret? or relief? we feel it but does it dictate our day? But in the end nature still carries on as the mountain is underfoot and the flowers still bloom.

The inconsequential passage of man made important by love.

oh you f****r...

give me a goddamn tissue

[Robin]

poetry , pure poetry ..

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and sad tale. Remind me of the Irish Poets tales I heard in Ireland.
"She held her innocence near
and he honored her with his heart
never pushing between them
her kiss, he held sacred from the start."
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Judy Ponceby]

What a tender, touching, sad story. Beautifully written.