by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, passion
As though she were a moon in sky of nights unstarred;
as though a silent, untouched plain was Heloise
when parted from the one who'd been her rain and breeze.
She lived her life, but lived without her Abelard.
(To anyone interested, this is one of the greatest love stories in history!
The book I read of it really moved me. If you never heard of this couple,
I hope you will Google it and check out the story! The book I read was
"Stealing Heaven," by Marion Meade)
For Brian Strand's Contest (abba end rhyme)
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love hurts,
Like moon on nights of skies unstarred
she lived without her Abelard.
A parched, still plain was Heloise -
like moon on nights of skies unstarred.
In death she would not lose regard
for him who’d been her rain and breeze.
Like moon on nights of skies unstarred,
she lived without her Abelard.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
color, discrimination, love, prejudice, race, racism, rights,
Her fair-skinned form is more than I deserve;
because her skin is light, and mine is dark,
like Tristan and Yseult's love which King Mark
forbade, we're banned from passion's sweet preserve.
Though bred as opposites opposed, we serve
our needs: and through her milk and my coarse bark,
like Heloise and Abelard, a spark
burns (though Fulbert and Church show their reserve)!
Alas! Were I as fair, as white, as bright,
as her: were darkened complexion, and chin,
not so eclipsed as night when near her light!
Though mores, like the world, moved by lies' spin,
discourage us, the coveted birthright
to merge won't be denied by tribal men.