The Weeping Tree
Beneath the weeping tree
like lovers we sit;
cheek to cheek, a dance of sorts
chaperoned by Mother Earth.
Apart she tries to keep us,
but my lover's hands
hold my beating heart;
pulsing only for her, only for her.
We embrace, warmed by the sun,
but the hours desist
and evening's cold fingers
try to tear us apart.
Useless my pleas to remain.
Wind sets in and demands we part.
No! I will not leave this quite spot
for my love holds my beating heart.
Beneath the weeping tree
tears of love I shed
as I plunge the knife in deep
for under living green my love does lie
now holding close my bleeding heart.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, November 6, 2011
This was written for and linked to "Magpie Tales #90". The photo prompt is below, but since I went to Savannah GA and visited Bonaventure Cemetery not too long ago, I supplied my own photo. On my side bar I have a link if you are interested in viewing photos of this Victorian era cemetery.
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| Photo provided by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales |
19 comments:
beautiful photo Margaret, and the poem is full of wistfulness - lovely
Both text and picture -- very well done.
Your "weeping tree" photo takes my breath away, Margaret. It's fit for a magazine or brochure!
I want to know the *rest* of the story......... :)
Lovely!
I really enjoyed your photo-and it meshes well with your poem!
I did not want to be sad, but chose memory instead. Thanks!
This is so good! I particularly love the first stanza.
this is beautiful and full of emotion... love the pic too...
JJRod'z
Very romantic... reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet.
yikes...plunging the knife in deep...metaphor or otherwise...yes i see hints of romeo and juliet thought...nicely penned margaret...
Lovely poem, beautiful photo!
A beautiful image and words!
Oh, my! Suicide's a far cry from the deaths this time of year normally brings to mind... But no wonder the tree is weeping...
Oh the grief your weeping tree must feel...your writing brings Edgar Allan Poe to mind...he is one of my favorite poets and the reason I began writing poetry;
what an awesome picture of that weeping tree..and reading your poem...no wonder that tree is weeping...shivers..and a pleasure to read..
Lovely write and beautiful image of the weeping tree...
The larger picture really offers a different perspective of the stone. It made me think about how true that is of life as well. Beautiful, poignant imagery. It makes me add a little to the weeping.
I've had a few questions from my family and it makes me think this isn't quite as clear as it should be. His love is buried under the ground and he just can't leave her, so he commits suicide. Maybe the "cheek to cheek" needs to be changed ... I like the concept of this, so I might play with it a bit.
All your comments are greatly, greatly appreciated!
Oh Margaret this is sad, yet strangely beautiful!
Anna :o]
both beautiful and concrete.
welcome sharing a random or relevant poetry with us today.
:)
hope to see you in.
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