Thursday, 19 September 2013

Neath Golden Harvest Moon



Here comes the fall of autumn leaves,   
here comes the harvest moon,               
and full shall be my heart that grieves,   
my love thou didst impugn.                     

How can it be thou misconceives           
a love in torment hewn,                          
how can it be that thou believes
of love I am immune           

Thou sayeth thee can love me not
thou shalt not love affine,
take mine and not my brothers heart,
let’s drink of passions wine

Harvest my heart for thee it grieves
cast on the earth it strewn               
Harvest my heart for it is thine     
‘neath golden harvest moon.

Anna :o]  

Tony at dVerse has us writing ballads (thanks Tony) – being half asleep not quite sure this is one?   Nevertheless it is a case of publish and be damned (if it isn’t).  (Found it difficult to think of a title as both Ted Hughes and Carl  Sandburg had pinched my idea(s)…)

Now off to make myself a strong cup of coffee, wake myself up, visit dVerse and read others excellent poems.

Also entered today (20.09.13) at Real Toads whose theme is Harvest Moon!  Thanks Marian!

Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons


40 comments:

Claudia said...

smiles... like grace you went with a harvest moon...nice... i think autumn and ballads go well together as there's a certain melancholy to both.. nice..

rumoursofrhyme said...

Lovely Anna - you have the ballad form nailed and your choice of antiquated language lends a timelessness to your poem.

Björn said...

I love this ballad.. I need a lute now... should be sung under a window at night maybe... and the repetitions works so well...

Susan Daniels said...

I think this is beautiful!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I really love the direction that you took this. It's absolutely beautiful.

aprille said...

Perfect. It oozes along and that Harvest moon is shining on me right this minute. 'impugn': what a find.

Heaven said...

Well we did write of the same theme ~ Like the Old English words, gives it a classical feel ~

howanxious said...

Beautiful... that is something I was hoping to read. Lovely verses. Great job!

seasideauthor said...

I know this mood, so well timed,
a lot of moons this week.

ramblingsfromamum said...

Anna - you have penned this well, a soft lilt to your words and beautiful imagery- thank you.

Mary said...

I really enjoyed the 'old English' feel to this ballad. Just lovely.

cloudfactor5 said...

Wonderfully done Anna, this has kind of a Shakespearean feel !! WellDone !! Very apropos for autumn !!

raysharp said...

exquisite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

grapeling said...

exemplary, I'd say

Erhumu G said...

Loved it Anna, especially the old English feel.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks - much appreciated.
Anna :o]

Truedessa said...

Beautiful write..I too felt the moon this week as it spoke to my heart.

Manicddaily said...

Ah--very pretty in its mournful longing way-- really great form and I agree with Tony--the traditional language makes it feel very universal. k.

Marian said...

nice. somehow the old feel of your ballad just goes with the moment.

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Oh wow. What a wonderful poem. "Fully: inspired by the full moon.

vb holmes said...

Perfect mood piece for the change of seasons. Lovely ballad.

Susan said...

Something soulful and needy about that big looming moon--in the face of it we seem willing to trade independence for something gone. It might be the sirens...

freyawrites.com said...

How brave thou art to use such elegant language! It ticked my box, anyway :) Enjoy the caffeine hit!

maryazilberberg said...

Anna, this is soooo lovely! It was like drinking a glass of red wine under the moonlight.

Vandana Sharma said...

a beautiful song

humbird said...

'Harvest my heart for it is thine' ~ willingness to give - what else can be better prove of love ....Love you ballad very much <3

Hannah said...

This form, the ballad fits this so well...speaks from many a harvest moon ago of love and loss beautifully, Anna.

Ella said...

I agree yours is beautiful and the ending evokes so many memories~

De said...

LOVE:
"Harvest my heart for it is thine"
Gorgeous.

irene said...

Musical ballad indeed.

Kathie Brown said...

Well, I liked the poem and the photo. It's nice to read a ballad again! I think you did a splendid job!

Susie Clevenger said...

I agree with Claudia, no matter how beautiful the moon there is a tinge of melancholy when we stand under it..beautiful

mindlovemisery said...

This is stunning Anna! I agree the language is a fabulous touch =)

kaykuala said...

Great write Anna! The ballad take is given good treatment as a ballad should be. The language blends nicely. Great!

Hank

Kerry O'Connor said...

This has all the authenticity of a traditional love ballad - such a beautiful use of language.

Brian Miller said...

very nice...i like the classical language in this...love is one of those things i dont think we ever fully figure out...and often scares us as well...when one says they can not love you it makes me wonder at why they feel they cant....

Jyoti Mishra said...

beautiful piece.. it glides softly
nature brings so much beauty on this world..

mefeedyoume said...

like :)

Filip and Kristel said...

The moon is on fire. Top.

Greetings,
Filip

Jenny Woolf said...

Anna, next time you write a ballad, add some music! You have a knack for ballads.