A narrative poem. This is probably the poem I've worked the hardest on. |
Esmeralda and her lover Had a wedding on the sun. This lover that I speak of Knew she was his only one. Esmeralda and her lover Lived in the hills of green and gold. Their souls were growing younger, With their bodies growing old. Esmeralda and her lover Were blessed by the fertile soils. The olives ripe and the tomatoes red, They lived in the bounty of their spoils. --- One day life turned, Like the world always has done, For Esmeralda and her lover learned They would be blessed with a daughter or son. The lover rushed to spread the news Through the town in which he had grown. Esmeralda and her lover received the boos From the loveless and those alone. --- A child half as beautiful as she Would break the lover's heart. Half Esmeralda, lovely and free, The Child would be a piece of art. --- After the olives were all but gone And each tomato picked from the vine, Esmeralda and her lover fawned Over the baby without any life. Had one more kiss or ounce of love Been bestowed by the father or mother, Perchance a Child would have been received Pondered Esmeralda and her lover. --- The townsfolk crudely hear in awe A common misconception: Esmeralda and her lover must have broken the law With the child's life's prevention. The olive trees were stripped to bare And the fields were set on fire. Esmeralda and her lover took care To alert the village squire. For Esmeralda help came too late; Her hair was torn and her body raped. Although her lover escaped this fate, He planned to make his Final Escape. --- Esmeralda and her Child Had a cradle on the moon. This Child that I speak of Would meet her Father soon. |