Maiden of No Compare Or Marriage in Three Parts

A very familiar story--one of a tragic marriage.

There at the ball,
in front of them all,
I proclaimed you most fair--
Maiden of no compare.
 
I asked your hand
To place there a band,
of my future intent--
A pretty penny spent.
 
I compared you in verse,
in style un-terse,
to Goddesess and Gods,
among the smiles and nods.
 
Soon whisked away,
to prepare the day,
of matrimony fine,
of that mortal divine.
 
There on a hill,
in the nature still,
ambrosia laced sweet tip
vows stained your ruddy lip.
 
There before God,
On the Earthen sod,
I thought you still most fair,
Maiden of no compare.
 
Hollow words,
ring most sweetly,
among hollow men.
 
Where was my verse?
The one most un-terse?
That I crafted for you,
Already the words flew?
 
Ah, but fear not,
parchment can be bought,
My pen stays at ready,
My intention steady.
 
But what of you?
Does your love change hue?
Your lips say "of course not--
Look here at what I bought."
 
Gifts are real nice,
for cinnamon spice,
is what girls are quite made,
or contrawise aren't swayed.
 
But here and there,
a whiff most unfair.
Something more like a snake,
slides in the sweet-pie bake.
 
In the thick night,
an uncanny fright,
Something like burning tires,
Smokey electric wires.
 
A worried mind,
fills with smoke.
The world is on fire.
 
"We are fine, right?"
"Of course, dear, goodnight!"
Possessions keep growing,
Time together slowing.
 
"WE ARE FINE RIGHT?"
Eyes closed without sight,
sometimes see things more true--
see that which has changed hue.
 
man with swagger,
ignores the dagger,
aimed squarely at his chest--
he always knows what's best.
 
The blade eases,
the pressure squeezes,
He's dead before he knows--
before the panic throes.
 
"I'm not happy"
"You treat me crappy"
"We have everything now"
"besides us time somehow"
 
"I think you'll take--
all money I make
and leave me by the road--
marriage bought and then sold."
 
Hollow words
Fill space with
Hollow things--prices.
 
"What in the hell?"
"I would never sell,
what we have for a buck.
Love is love, luck is luck."
 
A fearful mind
Creates fears in kind
nefarious plots hatch
reality must soon match.
 
The pie, it burns,
the snake soon discerns,
the time is right to strike--
a tongue venom tipped bite.
 
"I'm scared of you"
"of course, that's not true"
"If I say it enough,"
"I get all of the stuff."
 
"Justice is done"
"Sorry about that, son."
"Please sign your name right there."
"Your maiden was not fair."
 
"Lies sometimes pay,"
"It wasn't your day--
"Go get on with your life--
"Nevermind all the strife."
 
Because hollow words,
ring true for hollow men.
 
Not long from that,
Back to the old hat,
People do what they know,
Changing tactics is slow.
 
The maiden found,
something cold and round,
held tightly to her heart--
from which she could not part
 
Again from lips,
with ambrosia tips
the incantation said,
over ruddy lips red
 
The stakes higher,
A brand new buyer,
her totally with child,
the paper work then filed
 
Income galore,
who could ask for more?
If love is bought and sold,
the victor has the gold.
 
Love has a price?
Don't think of it twice--
worth it for maiden fair,
but I could have told him,
she was beyond compare.
 
For I am many things,
but not hollow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Reviews

[PammiRCreations]

Great Storytelling in a poem. There is a depth of emotion you are so close to touching on but missing like with the edge of your fingertips. I can see it, almost feel it, and I definetly respect it.