Tudor Love-Note.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Tudor Love-Note

 

Dearest,
my gallant Knight,
lovelorn and paining this Lady's heart        
in strained isolation that awaiteth 
scroll of plight from thee.      

Undeclared,
thine suitor-pledge
remains hid in silent languor of wait
which surrounds me in anguish
each tiresome day.

Write thee forthwith Sire of thine intent. 

Sendest
a signal post haste
stating the case for furthering affection 
or I mayest sincerely question
thy wish for delay.

Keep sustained
I now pray hope's hold and pretension
at bay else past favours wilt fester 
and hand withheld hence do I 
ask a ready reply.

Writ with sole intent for thine eyes only.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2021 05:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: Playing with notions after viewing the picture -- hope you enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Verily Ye shall have my response forthwith, Madam..
    Cor it ain't half good - got me going there, Fay.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Response cordially received and accepted mine liege - - thanking thee warmly Debonair Dave

      • Doggerel Dave

        Been called many things in my time, Fay - but never Debonair - one I shall cherish.
        The sense of obligation is overwhelming - I must dedicate my next entry to you....

      • Neville


        Gadzooks, forsooth and by Saint John
        my lady has a way with ye words .... x

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thou likest I see to jest melord yet whence cometh forth thy word of allegiance to damsels while in mortal distress from wayward word- playing with inordinate swains - - Ha - though thanking thee cordially for thy sporty comment I cry woe is me for thy lady cant stop when she starts on this archaic malarky............ x

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Well written, Fay. At times like those, it feels the poems find you and not the other way round.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes Jerry - - I find certain poems write themselves when poets get subjective notions. Great to have your own view on this fun-bit of Olde English.

            • Jerry Reynolds

              I find you dear lady
              Fair as a Snowdrop in Mach;
              Would rather die and be laid
              Face first n Chaucer’s grave
              Should you think I am
              but a Knave.

            • orchidee

              Good write Fay.

              • Fay Slimm.

                So pleased you enjoyed the read dear Orchi.

              • FredPeyer

                You transported me back into the middle ages, Fay! Makes me think that it would be great to write like that again. It is much more romantic!

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Yes I am attracted to the way words were used back then Fred -- archaic writing makes our scribbles look plain at times................ glad you were taken to those romantic days by the read.

                • dusk arising

                  Dearest one who doth yet place the fairest smile upon my lips with the airy taste of promise should soon the will of destiny place within our grasp the grace of an encounter. It is with a breath, which such modernity one would suggest be 'baited', upon which I await such opportunity.

                  Cor luvvaduck an all that maam, bless ya rosey cheeks, for ya dun got me all enthralled there dintcha. I steal an apple for ya smile to see another verse.

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Thy lyrical language in this gallant response adorns my request quite delightedly mine inventive Squire - - - taking thine welcome smile to mean thou wouldst tarry awhile with such a lady as I striketh pink blush which wilt not go away. - -- next time thou ridest on thy Knightly steed here findeth my ribboned favour and hang on thine armour as bid to succeed. Thanking thee wholly for thine indulgence in my hold to archaic dear bold cavalier.

                    • dusk arising

                      Such joy as doth embue a smile upon countenance of heavenly angels doth now pervade senses receptive to your response fair lady. Tis with a poetry of past appreciation one awaits yet more your forthcoming post upon the MPS velour.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Your words faire maiden taketh me into that place where hearts cryeth out for that love that will waiting there 'til the end of time.

                      Sir Andy of Rosegarden.

                      • Fay Slimm.

                        Ah best of all thou speakest of that unfailing love that brightens all waiting and dear Sir Andy may thy garden be full of rose-scent when the time arriveth for grand meeting again which wilt gladden the heart............thanking thee verily for thy welcome remarks re. my Tudor Love-Note



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