26 February 2015

Declare Love



Come lie with me beneath the stars
and make this night forever ours.
They say the morrow's war is surely lost, 
you fight and I need no reminder of the cost.

So steal this time with me, my love,
let night sky witness our sacred troth.
Toward midnight I walk a plushy stairway,
you return to soldiers' tent, await the longest day.

Is it ever thus, my gallant one?
Do lovers never win the right to come
first in plans to right the wrongs we see?
Let us declare love the way to set us free.




In response to Claudia and Brian's prompt at dVerse Poets to choose one of the lines from their poems and use it in ours. They've been spinning medieval tales this week. I chose one line from each of them: 'Toward midnight I walk up a plushy stairway'- Claudia's line and 'I need no reminder the cost'- Brian's line. The photo is of a friend's house in the ancient city of Lucca, Italy.

32 comments:

  1. oh it must be so tough - that last night with the loved one before he has to leave... i wish there were no wars to fight out there...

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  2. love the romance here. ugh, not easy when the soldier has to return to war... I can't imagine how it must feel for the wives/girlfriends/boyfriends/husbands... hoping that they return home safe...

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  3. what a sad reality that would be...one more night for love...knowing that tomorrow may mean the end...def would make you love with abandon though...smiles...when does love come first...it left me with interesting thoughts there in the end....

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    1. There must be a way as a species to have love come first...

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  4. such a traditional piece... most should look at today being the last... perhaps, the world would change for the better

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  5. Ah, so many times love takes a second place to going into battle. Sigh. This has not changed over the years...and I wonder if it ever will.

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    1. If public values/ opinion shifted sufficiently and demanded policy change... maybe.

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  6. Very poignant love song ~ I can imagine it to be tough knowing the loved one is leaving soon for war ~

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  7. Sad that this has to be... all over the world... lovers, parents, friends, saying goodbye and then the long wait. So much sadness.

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  8. ...the "stuff" movies are made of...I shed a tear, for it is very real when we think of distant, yet ongoing wars...

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  9. Can love ever feel stronger than right before a parting.. So sad it has to be that way.

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    1. Couldn't we? We declare war, couldn't we declare love instead?

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  11. Very interesting, good job, Mary! :-)

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  12. A romantic tale beautifully written - wonderful use of the borrowed lines!

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    1. I like all the different ways people used the same lines.

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  13. A lovely love poem to the world. The song of our generation, "make love, not war" so much more eloquently and poetically said in this poem incorporating lines from both poems of Claudia's and Brian's. I love the way you shaped it in quatrains of couplets - it is a song indeed. Thank you.

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    1. Thanks, Gay. I had hope that the phrase would become more actualized by now, it remains a good idea.

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  14. Ah lovely--this has an age-old kind of feel--but also describes always this tussle of leaving to go to war (or even some other kind of battle that takes one away from the loved one and love.) Really poignant, Mary, and lovely to read. Thanks. k. (http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com)

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    1. Thanks, Karin, I wrote from a medieval point of view but somethings haven't changed.

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  15. Beautiful poem and sentiment. But, lo so sad and poignant. I do wish that if there had to be wars that those battles would take the old and infirm and the makers of war rather than the young lovers just starting their journey.

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  16. I wanted to say this has a classical feel, but I see in earlier comment you already addressed that. Very poignant, yet gentle poem of lovers who's story transcends centuries. I enjoyed it so much.

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