Hi Everyone!
Grief - I am on roll these last few days! After three years not publishing anything to becoming a writing fiend is quite a jump! Anyhoo this is a poem I knocked up from the POV of Eowyn about her love for Aragorn as she wanders in the garden in the Houses of Healing. It's kinda based on my own experiences so this is quite a personal one really.
I think I fell in love with the idea of you
Riding into my life
But unlike so many others
You stood out and cared
You bothered to listen to a woman
You recognised me in a crowded hall
But in reality
You belonged to her
My words loaded meaning where yours
Were simply words
My eyes were filled with you
But you looked elsewhere
I knew you would not come for me
And yet a small ember of
Burning hope smouldered in my gut
Keeping me beholden to you
Keeping my heart wound in treacherous envy
Keeping so that I could not help but love you
My soul burned with yours
And my very existence entwined
In your being
And you did not come
Not when my eyes pleaded
Not when I cried in the night
No! – You would not come
You loved her and it was right for you to do so
And yet - ah! And yet
I still wished misfortune
When you left me it was for her you went
You left to claim her and
I was alone again
Some question why I followed
What place a woman has in war
I followed my heart for it
Was across the mountains
And then
I cannot speak of then
That battle
The prophecy was fulfilled but even now
I reap the cost
And only then, when I was near death,
Only then when I had given up
Hope that he may still care
Oh he cared
And my hopes were realised when
He saved me
Brought back from the darkest of places by
The ties that still held me to him
And once I would no longer return to night
I knew the time had come to cut
Those blood bonds between us.
I had allowed them to grow too
Deep in my soul
And I gouged them out with a knife
I bled
The pain was almost too much
I bled
Determined that I would not fail
I bled
So much I thought I could never bleed again
But slowly they cauterised and flesh
Began to mesh, scarred but whole again
I think I fell in love with the idea of you
I think I let desire consume me
I think it will be hard to love again
But now I walk in the garden
With fresh grass on my feet
And new life growing around my toes.
Thank you for reading folks - please leave a review and let me know what you think.
Annapurna