It is a tale as old as history itself: two young lovers, one mortal, one immortal, drawn together by the strands of Fate. But ah, amorous youth! - the journey is not an easy one. Let us gaze upon one such scene, even now in progress, and witness the tragic tragedy of a romance that was never meant to be...
BARD:
O splendid Queen, to mine own heart so dear
Whose eyes, twin suns, twin lanterns, gleam sublime
Thy subjects dot the vast celestial sphere
Thy praises, ranks of cherubs constant chime
Thy face, like Helen, launched a thousand hearts
Though Helen never spoke as fair as thee,
Whose dulcet voice in graceful notes imparts
Thy wisdom, keen as Hell's severest darts!
ELF GIRL:
Were thou but mute, I might still be asleep!
Pray write some tale of unrequited love
And take it somewhere far away, and weep
Where bards perhaps are thought more highly of.
Mere time, 'tis said, the broken heart repairs
And might I add, that silence wouldn't hurt -
'Twere best, keep private all thy heart's affairs,
And ride away, and tell someone who cares!
BARD:
O wretched Chance! My fate is ever such:
My blushing rose doth prick me with her thorns -
Yet do I love the sting - nay, thrice so much
Because of that perfection it adorns.
Less faithful beaus, 'tis true, might be dismayed
And founder, as a bark amid the storm -
But guided by thy star, I'll not be swayed -
Remember me, the constant bard who stayed!
ELF GIRL:
Yea, how could I forget? Thy nightly pleas
Incessant 'til the very crack of dawn
Have all the charm of drunken bumblebees
Who, lacking honey, heedless bumble on -
O unwashed hair! O stench! O chin so cleft!
Remember thee, the constant bard who stayed?
The trick would be, I'd wager, far more deft
Could thou but be the constant bard who left!
BARD:
Were I to leave, thy face would haunt me still
Thy velvet lips, lush gardens of desire
Thy supple skin, whose light, against my will
Doth alternately tempt me, and inspire;
O elven race! Like silk, thy raven hair
How slim thy curves! How sheer thy pedestal!
Thy soul divine! In form, how passing rare!
'Twould be unjust to call thee merely fair!
ELF GIRL:
Wilt thou shut up! I'll give it to thee straight:
Thy face into a castle wall be rammed -
Thy tongue be tied - O sweet poetic fate -
Iambic verse, and thee, alike be damned -
Is this my curse, for being born an elf?
Eternally to live, inspiring fools?
Put back thy pointless passions on the shelf -
Forsooth! I'll come and take thee out myself!
BARD:
Yet verily -
It was at this moment that the elven sylph hurled a clock down upon the hapless bard, who, already Smitten With Love, was subsequently Smitten With One of Her Family Heirlooms. Not every tale can have a happy ending - but it's nice to see that this one did.
Hilarious!!! I loved it! The incongruity between the elegant prose of the bard, and the elf maiden's angry retorts makes this piece very enjoyable. The fact that the verses are so well done and the subject is so silly also plays up the humor very nicely. I like the ending. Definitely happy! Brian Buckley replies: "I mean, what would YOU do if lovesick suitors came to your window every night? ;-)"
19 Feb 2006
L. Shanra Kuepers
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Oh, this is great! It's wonderful. ^-^ Gorgeous, gorgeous piece.
And... I think that's about as eloquent as I'm capable of being today. o_O I really, really like this. And you can do metre! *envy*
It's a brilliant poem in every aspect, and that should tell you enough really. ^-~ Can't say I've ever read a piece that made me laugh. Very, very funny. It's terrific! ^-^
I want this plastered up prominently on every poetry site on the net, and not just as a cautionary sort of thing. XD
I do believe I have a new favourite Brian Buckley poem. Just fantastic, this - honestly funny and technically brilliant at the same time. I do keep trying, but I never seem to find any lapses in metre ... spoilsport.
Wilt thou shut up! I'll give it to thee straight: Thy face into a castle wall be rammed ...
I love it, I love it, I love it. And the little comment about the happy ending is rather precious in and of itself, too Brian Buckley replies: "Well, you know how it goes... you stick in a flaw in the meter once, and soon *everyone* wants one... glad you liked it, I was hoping you would."
My brother and I once had a debate about rock bands. I always thought that having a gaggle of screaming girls swooning and fainting at me while I tried to perform my music would be rather annoying. My brother, of course, told me that no true man would think that way.
Anyway, this poem reminded me of that debate, and it is nice to see that elf maiden would probably agree with me about the rock band debate. <i>What girl wouldn't love to have some guy spouting nauseating love poetry at her?</i> Well, this elf maiden wouldn't. And I think women ought to make "Thy face into a castle wall be rammed" a standard response to over-excited guys trying to pick up on them. It's even cooler to know that your elf-maiden used the phrase in rhyme.
It was a great, funny, phenomenally enjoyable poem. I'll have to peruse your library to possibly find more.
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The incongruity between the elegant prose of the bard, and the elf maiden's angry retorts makes this piece very enjoyable. The fact that the verses are so well done and the subject is so silly also plays up the humor very nicely.
