While our writing circle has yet to be officially created, I thought that I would give a small sample of something that I have recently written. My boyfriend of (almost) 6 years mentioned to a friend that he always writes me poems for Valentine's Day, so I took it upon myself to create the same challenge for myself. I enjoy the steampunk genre, so I decided to write a love poem with just the smallest taste of steampunk. I wrote this in one sitting, but, unfortunately, I have yet to go back and work out a few of the little kinks within a few stanzas. It is also still untitled. But enjoy the first poem I have written in years and feel free to leave constructive criticism.
"Ne'er fret, my dear," he said,
"For while I am away,
Your face my mind will ne'er forget
With you, my heart will stay."
He gathered her into his arms,
Lay a kiss upon her cheek;
The woman shown an adoring smile,
Her stomach rather weak.
His figure soon turned to silhouette
Boarding the airborn ship.
Ne'er an eyelash did she bash
Nor the quiver of a lip.
"Perhaps while he is gone," she thought
"I will disappear."
From the moment he proposed to her,
She knew the deal was struck:
The marriage had long since been arranged
To change her family's luck.
Her family’s name no longer related
To fine, prim, and proper --
Unfortunate events had made the lot
Synonymous with "pauper."
Although her time did dwindle away
With earnest begging and pleading
Her parents’ steadfast mind ne’er changed,
Leaving her heart bleeding.
Shaking her head, she dried her tears
Plotting for her freedom.
The autumnal Ball, she decided,
Would serve as the perfect cover
For her to say her few farewells
And escape her loveless lover.
For the Ball, her corset tied tight,
Her hair in perfect curls,
Her petticoats fluffed her dark green gown,
The envy of the girls.
Her face was powdered and faintly painted,
Intended to hide her emotion.
She hoped the music from the strings
Could hide her heart’s commotion.
After bidding adieu to her few close friends
She would pack her things and leave.
No one e’er seemed to believe her,
When divulging into her plan.
None, it seemed, except for one –
A random, well-dressed man.
Try as she might, she could not recall
How they came to meet,
But now she sat, sweetly sipping tea,
Idly chatting with the elite.
Or so she assumed, but it was confirmed
As now of himself he spoke.
His prominent and quite stuffy father’s
Name he wished to revoke.
She felt the flutter of her heart, now,
Surely this could not mean…
She felt the pink hue of her blush
Dance lightly upon her cheek
“Care to join me for a small stroll?”
He rose to stand on his feet.
Extending a hand in a gentlemanly fashion,
Her hand met, soft and light
They escaped from the lively crowd
To the calm and quiet night.
They walked some time in silence
Enjoying the peace and stillness.
Her arm intertwined with his,
Both feeling rather fearless,
He picked a flower absently,
As he told his situation.
“My dear,” he smiled, “I must confess,
I know just how you feel.”
He placed the flower ‘hind her ear,
“You wish it was not real.”
She nodded in agreement,
Surprised someone understood.
“My only wish is of escape –
I truly wish I could!”
He took her hands into his own
And looked into her eyes.
“Then run away with me, my sweet,
To escape the deceit and lies.
Together, we can start anew,
And live as God intended.”
The suddenness of his proposal
Had caught her off her guard.
The shock was writ upon her face,
The silence now grown awkward.
Instantly, his thoughts had been
That he’d o’erstepped his bound,
Seeing the new expression on her
Turned his smile into a frown.
The silence of the garden broke
As she turned to him with a smile,
“Is this what all the musings did mean
By their heart beating a minute a mile?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck
And asked him where to meet.
Arriving quickly home, she packed
Her things into a suitcase
Thinking briefly of the next morn
And her parents’ face.
Sitting down to the desk, she dipped the quill in ink,
She drew a piece parchment
And began to repeat herself once more -- this time,
With the apology of her department.
She signed the letter “with love always,”
Then lightly inked her name,
Allowing a single tear to fall,
Knowing nothing would be the same.
As she sealed the letter with wax,
She heard him now arrive.
The sound of approaching horseshoes
Made her sore heart sing.
She said farewell to her room and home,
Bringing down her things.
Insisting that she do no labor,
He helped her into the carriage.
The moonlight caught the shine of her ring,
A symbol of her intended marriage.
She drew the ring from upon her finger,
And glanced upon its stone,
Thinking briefly of the life that would be
And feeling ever alone.
As the seat beside her was filled,
She felt her heart now swell.
He told the driver where to go
And quickly they were off;
Within moments they found themselves
Halted at the dock.
“How funny,” she laughed quietly,
Climbing downward from the carriage.
“The last time I was here,” she smiled,
“I was doomed to a loveless marriage.”
Once the ship had taken flight,
They leaned over the rail,
“With this ring, I do not thee wed,”
And dropped it so it fell.
She felt as if a shackle broke;
Her heart now truly free.
Without the bonds of love once faked,
She turned now to her love,
And slid her hand into his own,
The fit liken to glove.
As they sailed, the two discussed
What their future held
Now that they could start anew
How deeply they did delve.
They spoke of dreams, of hobbies, and love,
And soon it was decided
That the two were to be joined as one
Once the flight subsided.
And so they did, and they did live happily ever after
With him as her husband and she as his wife.
(January 28, 2012)
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