A Pictish heart

A Pictish heart

 

 

Given freely,

for it trusted,

it beat,

it bled,

it loved blindly.

 

 

Into the woods it was lead,

across the moors was it was sacrificed by another,

on a full moon it was eaten.

 

Beaten down and left for dead,

this heart shall fight to live on.

 

Let no other try to tame it.

 

This heart of mine is wild and free,

let it run wild across the fields of Scottish Heather,

running free across time and distance.

 

A secret given and asked,

words spoken under the stars and full moon,

a blood oath taken,

a blood oath given.

 

A heart given…stolen,

thrown aside for another.

 

Into the cold dark caverns it calls home…

it lies.

 

Enough of false promises,

and empty words.

 

Slowly the cavern is closed,

no other shall call to it.

 

No other will cut the heart that only asked to be loved.

 

How many more scars,

could this heart take?

 

How many more will ask it to love once again,

and leave the pain of disregarded love,

that only the darkness can heal?

 

None shall claim my heart as a prize,

none will ever feel it’s beat,

nor hear the whispered words of love.

Upon the drummers dance,

it hides in the shadows.

 

Slowly taken,

quickly given.

 

Let the sound of the moors,

remind me of what lies ahead.

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[MandaBear]

Yeah I kind of know the feeling of this poem. Great job Ron!

[ron]

Thank you Manda. I'm sorry you have felt this poem before.

[MandaBear]

It's all good. It's over now and that's all that matters

[ANTO]

Its sad when we decide that we have no more time for looking for love because just as we turn away from it - it might be looking for us - and they will never meet. A hermetic heart will be safe (despite the scars that make it beat timidly) but will never be a whole heart - a loving heart - its just a pump without love.
I liked the bleakness and resolve Ron and the imagery - a wee heart hiding in a cafe is terrific visuals.
thank you Ron for sharing this poem

[ron]

Thank you and your welcome Anto. Your words are true.

[ANTO]

OMG - I just saw my freudian/jungian slip in my review Ron.
I wrote "a wee heart hiding in a cafe" - instead of a cave (as mentioned in your poem here)
I think I probably need to look into that one deeper....
YVW Ron...

[ron]

Thank you Anto. To tell you the truth I dont know what the words in this song are, I just wrote it as the feelings poured out while listening to it.

[ron]

I think the words are Elvish.

[ron]

Could be Gaelic also.

[Emily]

I love the imagery in this write, so true to life!

[ron]

Thank you Emily.

[ms. barrie]

i caught this on live feed...i love the eerie mysticism you weaved into this write,
a story *or narrative poem* if you will - wonderful fluidity, leaves your imagination
shuddering with unease, a bit of terror. thank you for sharing :)

[ron]

Thank you Barrie.
Long time no see.
How have you been?

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome ron, i've been crazy busy...life/gaming. trying to get into
writing again. basically very a.d.d. - ish -- how is life treating you
on your side of the world? good i hope :)

[ron]

I have my ups and downs but going good so far.

[ms. barrie]

yes you gotta love life's roller coaster. - wish u the best, & stay sweet u :)

[ron]

And you to dear sweet friend.