Rosie walks down by the river bank flowers in her hair,
Stars in her eyes
She dreams of the day that will soon come to pass
A sweet secret she held in her heart
He told her he loved her that she would be his.
But a secret their love must remain.
Lest his father exile him to wed a princess
So that riches and land he might gain
Now Rosie lies out on the river bank
Her finger bears no wedding band
As she slipped neath the water she
Could still hear his words.
I must do as my father commands
As her family wept for the loss of her life
Her lover was sailing away to wed a princess
Of a far distant land his father s command to obey
But the fates had decreed he would never reach land
For his ship was sunk in a storm
As he slipped neath the water his tongue called her name,
His sweet Rosie held him in her arms
A sad tale poignantly narrated! The course of true love never runs smooth! !
But the fates had decreed he would never reach land For his ship was sunk in a storm As he slipped neath the water his tongue called her name, His sweet Rosie held him in her arms... you are writing a big story in such a short poem. develop it and write a novel out of it. thank u. dear poetess Noreen. tony
A narrative romantic tragedy well articulated, and nicely written to capture the essence of the story. A case of tragedy in the bliss of love. It's a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This the epitome of Romantic Love, which not only triumphs over death (that's a given in Western culture) but also over the compromises of ordinary life. The reunion of the lovers at the end (whether it is a dream or a reality is irrelevant - it's triumph of the spirit) is a satisfying dramatic closing. I re-read Keat's EVE OF ST. AGNES a couple of months ago - when my city was locked in a bitter winter just like the castle in the poem. Poems like Keats's and yours are so refreshing to the troubled human spirit. They celebrate what is best in us.
this makes me feel like driving to the ocean and slipping neath the waters. i wonder who i hear calling my name. hmmm? how long ago, i wonder. thanks for sharing. there seemed to be a little rhyming going on, though it wasn't real obvious. of course, if he'd been a REAL man, like me, he would have run away with rosie; his father and his fortune be damned.............NOT! bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetic justice served well. A lovely story.