This is a poem I wrote about how Fergus proposed to Elinor. It's also dedicated to my great-grandmother who died seven years ago this week (now isn't that a cheery fact to kick this off?) and I realised the picture of her when she was young made me think of Elinor even though she doesn't really look like her. She was also from Scotland so I wanted to publish this in her honor. Now enough of me moping about my great-grandma, on with the poem.
Disclaimer - I don't own Brave or any of its characters and the only things you'd get if you took me to court are a judo gi and an old teddy bear with patched ears.
With meat and bread
The table was laden
But I could think of nothing
But the dark-haired maiden
Skin like moonlight
Eyes so dark
Within those brown depths
There hid a spark
From Scotland she hailed
From Scotland do I
I would fight any fight
For her as my bride
So know as I kneel
I hope to wait no more
Will you marry me
My dearest Elinor?
