Lament for Madonna*

 

I have been cursed, damned, outlawed.

Once I was envied, wined and dined

I entertained nobles, sang songs of praise

about the lords and their ladies.

 

Once upon a time I was filled with happiness

Sweet was my breath, my smile bright, I laughed readily,

I danced, played my mandolin, lyrics of love fell

unbidden from my lips.

 

Madonna said she loved me,

we sang in the sunshine,

we laughed in the rain,

we cuddled in the cold.

 

Then she met another, alas

my lady spurned me, spurned my love.

Drowned I was, in my own tears.

Gone is she, like smoke in the wind,

 

like the leaves of last summer, gone.

I loved her beyond the boundary of love.

I trusted beyond the boundary of trust.

I am devastated, hurt beyond the limit

of hurt.

 

Madonna hast turned her face away from this

scribbler of sonnets, of chansons d’amour.

She turned away from this prattler of poetry

who loved her beyond reason, beyond breath.

 

I would have given my life for her,

served her faithfully, loved her.

Now I am a fugitive, traveling a dark road;

sans love, sans companionship, sans hope.

 

None will remember the love I had for madonna.

I alone remember, only this troubadour

who’s heart she left as tattered as his traveling cloak

Only this troubadour with blood on his hands----

She and her late lover are now together for eternity.

 

They are coming: her father,

her brothers, her uncles,

I have but two arrows ----

 

Madonna= My Lady

Reviews

[Serenity Faith]

This such a sad song of poetry. Don't lose faith in love. One day you'll serenade another and she will return the love twenty fold! Especially if you keep writing like this. Your emotion shows through intensely.

[M.E.Lyle]

William Shakespear once wrote, "I did not love wisely, but too well." I believe that was from Othello. I love the flow of this. Your message is clear, and darn, only two arrows left.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh the pains of reality when we lose that one we thought the pinacle of our lives .But it is these tragedies that create the best works not the happiness that brings giddiness But the pain that drudges up truth

[Valentine]

My oh my..what can I say but a sad song will lie in the heart for a time and then life wiull go on for the troubadour..To say more would only bring out inquiring minds..Nice one brat..Kathie

[bookworm]

I can feel your sadness and devotion in this piece...it makes me feel sad for you too.