Each summer she travelled around the coast,
To visit her uncle at his lovely castle,
There she was always welcomed with open arms,
She would weave herself a summer's parcel.
Her own family cruel with indifference,
She so loved to visit here,
All who lived within these walls,
Shared loving, laughter and tears.
Her heart was journeying home,
Where she felt she belonged,
All through the summer these hills she would roam,
Here at least she was never wronged.
The gates to the castle and little village were open,
Which was always a good sign to see,
It meant no trouble with raiders or enemies was brewing,
She entered her new Summer happily.
She greeted her uncle, aunt and cousins,
But a new face caught her eye,
A young man with a look of intelligence,
And a spark of mischief therein did lie.
He saw her too, he couldn't help but stare,
A young maiden in all her beauty,
Long golden hair and blue eyes the colour of the sea,
Getting to know her no effort but a duty.
She was whisked off by her Aunt to settle in,
She always loved these rooms,
With views right down to the ocean,
Here she didn't know the meaning of gloom.
At the nooning meal she saw him again across the room,
He was always watching her,
He eyes full of wonder and longing,
He seemed transfixed on her.
He laughed and teased with the other men,
But always his gaze returned to her,
She too had difficulty looking away,
And keeping up with the conversation around her.
After the meal she went for a walk,
And he followed discreetly behind,
He had in his hands a poem he'd wrote,
He'd leave it somewhere for her to find.
He was a bard and historian,
A man of skill and learning,
Who with his skill as a warrior,
Left many a young maiden yearning.
He had had many women and lovers,
But no one that made him feel THIS way,
He had to get to know this lass,
With her he wanted to share his days.
She knew someone was following,
When she finally saw it was he,
There was no fear or hesitancy,
She couldn't explain it, but knew it was meant to be.
She stumbled then along the trail,
And fell to land on the heather,
He ran to assist the lass,
And see if could make her discomfort better.
He said, "Aye you were destined to fall my Rose, destined to fall for me!"
"I am sure the Gods bought you here for me!"
"I am Roderick, Bard to your uncle the Lord,"
"I've written those poem for thee!"
She said, "Thankyou milord for assisting me,"
"My ankle seemed to let me down."
"I'm so happy you were here to assist me,"
"So happy you were around."
"I am Brianna from Donegal, by the way,"
"I'm so pleased to meet such a kind man."
"I've noticed you since my arrival today,"
"This meeting must be the God's plan."
Brianna sat more comfortably,
And allowed Roderick to read her his words,
Her heart and soul were lifted by their beauty,
These feelings she was having were really quite absurd.
Roderick himself was partaking of her freshness,
Her beauty and gentle ways,
He knew then in his heart,
With her he would spend the rest of his days.
It confused him as well, he was never so flighty of heart,
But this Brianna, all golden and new,
Had somehow so quickly stolen his heart,
There was nothing he could do.
He didn't want to fight it,
Or put an end to these feelings,
Now all he wanted was a single kiss,
To ease his heart's frantic beatings.
Brianna herself couldn't explain,
Why this Roderick affected her so,
Two souls that met and recognised,
They had a future together.
It scared her in a way,
These new feelings that were so strong,
It was if lightning had struck them both,
It was as if it was destined all along.
She longed for him to hold her,
She thought him such a brilliant man,
With knowledge, learning and a soul full of loving,
She gently touched his hand.
His hand enclosed over hers,
He had never touched anything so soft,
It was unbelievable but real,
His heart was truly aloft.
He didn't want to scare,
This maiden so pure of heart and soul,
But he couldn't bear to let her her go,
Why had she affected him so.
He should leave her now,
And gain some more perspective,
But he was entranced as she,
Her loving and laughter addictive.
I'M GONNA HAVE TO MAKE A PART 2 IT KEEPS GROWING 1
Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing...
(Daughter of Mystery)