Waiting Princess

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(Imagine a Princess, an extremely beautiful one, on the balcony of her palace in the early hours of the day)

The king sits on his giant throne,

Not knowing you’ll come for me

Through the deadly desert all alone,

Past the fields and the lonely tree.

 

I hope you arrive before the break of day

To take me out of the palace unseen

By the guards till we are farther away

In the lands where few have ever been.

 

The doves flap the air aloud,

And come racing down the street

To land on the garden around

The pond that drowns all desert heat.

 

The sky tells me you are on the way

Halting once near the frozen lake

Since that’s where we usually stay

And till dark midnight lay awake.

 

Oh Praise Dear Santa! Praise the Lord!

I hear the wedding bells ring in merry

When in comes Daisy panting hard

To tell me about the news in a hurry.

 

“The King is preparing, my Princess!

And I reckon your love was spotted”

The Princess’ heart broke into pieces

As she fell to the ground and fainted.

 

(Her love is a farmer by profession. Imagine accordingly)

 

By then her love was at the fields

Following her familiar scent southward

With a winning will that never yields

And true love that only draws forward.

 

He could hear a faint flute sing

A melancholic tune never heard

When he knelt to pick a golden ring

Shiny, soft and stunningly weird.

 

He marched the final miles tired,

Exhausted by the steep rocky slope

Mounted on a horse he’d hired

To be caught by the soldiers’ troupe.

 

The Princess wet her father’s feet

With tears till her eyes went red

The King could only hear the beat

Of war drums, for the captive had fled.

 

Princess:

“Farmer he may seem to be

But warmer is his breath

Calmer with me under the tree

My lover he will be till death

 

He doesn’t come for the gold,

Nor for the rubies of old,

But for his longing heart,

And its other weeping part”.

 

King:

“Have you lost from your clever mind

The prophecy of the wealthy prince

Who comes from far land only to find

Ways to let your marriage commence

 

The rains will then visit our land

Like a twin long lost in the past

Filling every drum and pond

With water to drink to our last”.

 

The royal gate threw itself open

And came the farmer on his own

Dress torn and without weapon

With courage even he hadn’t known.

 

The king advanced with his sword

And stopped a feet short of him

Through his spine ran a blizzard

And the world seemed to dim.

 

He went down on the floor,

To search for a knee wound,

As told by the legends of yore

Of the prince who’ll be found.

 

The king smiled like the overhead sun

For from then he’ll have nothing to do

Since his kingdom had today won

And the original prophecy was indeed true!

 

What you could have missed:

  • ‘The Frozen Lake’ in the fourth stanza is an allusion to ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy evening’ by Robert Frost. Adding the poem there wouldn’t have changed much of my poem’s development too!
  • ‘The Golden ring’ in the eight stanza is an allusion to ‘The Lord of the Rings’ by J.R.R Tolkien
  • The doves in the third stanza seem unwanted in the poem but, one of them had carried a message from the outpost informing the farmer-lover’s advancement.
  • The flute the lover hears at stanza eight when he picks the prophecy ring sounds melancholic though it had to be joyful. The princess hears wedding bells ring when Daisy comes with bad news. Translates to: ‘Things aren’t what they seem to be’

Some years later… Romancing her and the night

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Romancing her and the night

I see nothing but your glowing face,

Across our decorated dinner table,

Under a moonless starlit sky,

In the backyard of our ancient house.

 

In that pitch darkness,

Comes a star falling,

As if to see you, celestial,

Dining with a mortal.

 

The rain comes down

To give us a fleeting visit,

Bringing with it the smell

Of wet mud and wet hair.

 

The wind whispers the most

Private of secrets from your heart

Secrets I already know

And secrets you’d want me to.

 

As you tuck your hair behind your ears,

Your eyes call out to me silently

While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,

I blow the last candle off.