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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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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