headlong in love

everything was moving so fast
she had found her true love now at last
she loved him and he loved her back
did it matter so much he was black
could those divisions not live in the past

not to her did it matter at all
the issue of colour was small
but her parents forbid it
so for weeks they both hid it
and they set themselves up for a fall

for true love does not like to be hidden
and it grows and it morphs quite unbidden
then it chews you and spits you
and batters and hits you
until you do what is forbidden

they soon ran away hand in hand
in the search of less prejudiced land
but their parents chased after
it led to disaster
and did not end how they both had planned

they died hand in hand with each other
at the hand of the young girls big brother
despite making a pact
he could not live with his act
and the family soon lost another

Headlong in love - A Poem By Pooky

This poem was written in response to the prompt to write a poem which features no punctuation other than line breaks. – I must admit, I didn’t much enjoy the prompt (and yes, I did write it!)

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6 Responses to headlong in love

  1. topazo says:

    I wonder why you didn’t, cos I did!


  2. colonialist says:

    Wow! You are headlong into tragedy with this one!
    Race, colour and religious prejudices are just plain evil.


  3. CC Champagne says:

    There is a current debate in Sweden concerning so called ‘honour killings’ and this describes those instances pretty well… Mostly it’s a case of young girls, often second generation immigrants whose parents/siblings can’t handle that they won’t abide by tradition and marry/live the way they ‘should’ in some cases the young girl is killed, but there have also been cases where both the boy and the girl are injured or killed. It is somehow extra tragic since it always involves a close relative committing the heinous crime of murder on someone they should really be protecting. This poem describes that very well and opens up to so many sad questions and ponderings. I didn’t even notice that there was no punctuation in it… *smile*

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    • PookyH says:

      Thank you CC. This is one of those that was nearly what I wanted but probably needs a good edit but I found it very hard to work without punctuation so went with a raw draft!

      The honour killings idea was certainly something that was swirling in my head combined with thoughts of Romeo and Juliet. I started writing just wanting to write about something fast paced as I thought that no punctuation would lead to a poem being read in a sort of fast and breathless way, and this is where it took me.

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