saffron sunrise

The enduring power of love. What a truly poetic notion.

In this poem, I am exploring a tragic “end” to forbidden love. Shipwrecked and doomed, our imperiled lovers find solace in the eternal promise of their love.

This gentle image of a “saffron sunrise,” amidst the chaos of the moment in which we find them, really resonated with me in terms of dramatic contrasts.

And the Irish sea god (Lir) is certainly throwing everything he can at them!

Without a firm backstory at to WHY this is happening, why this divine punishment, or even why their love was forbidden, we are (by design) left with the language to arrive at our own connection and interpretation.

I am very interested in hearing how you connected with this poem. And what it meant to you personally.

Please feel free to share your thoughts in the Comments section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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saffron sunrise

our battered boat beached on a rocky strand    

lists and groans under endless waves, under

the weight of love forbidden, hand-in-hand,

we flee the wrath of Lir’s pounding thunder;

a copse of unkempt trees offer shelter

sparse amidst the howling winds, soaked to skin,

banshees wail above the din, such welter

echoes chaos without, yet from within

the tempest allays, ‘neath love’s soft saffron

sunrise, we laze in the haze of the days

where a kiss could free us from all our sin,

where our love could overcome and amaze

those who judged us, ruled against us, foretold

our fate with hate, dared underestimate

the staying power of our love, now cold

and stranded, this hellish gale will not abate

nor relent, as wave upon wave batter

this haven; salted surf like savage tears

wash across our years, drown our fears, scatter

our love ‘long turgid tides until appears

our next saffron sunrise.

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10 comments

  1. So beautifully written, I loved the lines “salted surf like savage tears wash across our years, drown our fears, scatter our love ‘long turgid tides until appears our next saffron sunrise.” Great use of alliteration in this poem too!

  2. Oh my! So beautiful. How I personally connected to the poem… I feel like it could be a story about how my husband and I came together even in the midst of “those who judged us, ruled against us”.
    Simply beautiful!
    Thank you for this.

  3. I love the imagery here, invoking love’s trials with fated storms. For me personally, it represents the faith and hope held with love, even at the very end. Defiance, even as death approaches.

  4. A modern interpretation: this storm could be everything life throws at us while we are just trying to stay in love and get back to our little idyllic island where we first fell in love, before bills, mortgages, sick kids etc. I hope the storm dies down and they get rescued.

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