Thursday, 24 December 2009

DAILY POEM "CONSTANCE"

Constance Harding was a beautiful girl
her short life ended in disaster
she was a house maid in the early days
adored by the household and master.

They blamed it on a horrible accident
so was the findings of the court
she was barely eighteen and a half that day
cut down by the Lords bloody sport.

The lord of the Manor Sir Henry Folds
was a chip of the old block they said
his Father before him was a ruthless man
at an early age he too was dead.

Constance was in charge of the hunts catering
it was her task to feed all the guests
even although personally she loathed blood sports
or the hunting of animals or tests.

She left the halls early to get to the lodge
the party was due in one hour
cooks prepared a banquet fit for a King
while some maids cooked with fruit and flour.

The table prepared, the food was superb
Sir Henry nodded to Constance in awe
you could see he was keen on her from that day
never complaining or finding a flaw.

The feelings were not mutual, Constance was happy
with her fellow working in the stables
the guests had arrived, sat at their place
looking small amidst the long tables.

After the meal the guests slowly left
nodding approval for a very fine meal
some loading bags handing them to their partner
with food or anything they could steal!

Sir Henry beckoned Constance to join him for a while
as he sat adjacent the huge burning fire
his passion was kindled fuelled by bottles of wine
knowing what in his heart he desired.

Constance paced along the long floored hall
so slow he thought she may have stopped
Sir Henry became impatient and gestured
to Constance who's head had now flopped.

She knew what was coming, it was destined to come
but she always managed to escape
dawned in her uniform, her cheeks bright red
over her arm was her massive rain cape.

Sir Henry offered her a glass of red wine
Constance refused with a nod
he began right away telling her how much he loved her
her face was ashen and odd.

not taking no for an answer Sir Henry was determined
he tried to force her with his charms
Constance pulled her head away
but he locked her in a grip in his arms.

No cried the girl I do not love you
tears fell down both of her cheeks
I have been telling you this for so long
for months for days and for weeks!

Sir Henry was intoxicated not just with the wine
his passions grew stronger by the second
while Constance fought of his raging advances
pointing to the door she nodded and beckoned.

Angry and hurt by a females rejection
he reached for a rifle on the shelf
if I cannot have you then no man will
at first he pointed the gun at himself!

still fuelled by rage from a sweating brow
he pointed the gun at the door
shouting profanities his rage was on fire
with feelings dejected and sore.

He shot at the door but missed by a mile
as Constance fell hard on the floor
the rage turned to tears as he looked down apon
the body lying limp at the door.

Constance died within seconds of the shot
Sir Henry took her body to the field
his status and respect would be tarnished with this
and his fate would probably be sealed.

The inquest declared a shooting accident
no witnesses to say otherwise
no dna or Police equipment available
so any result was not a surprise.

At the funeral the faces were ashen and lost
for a girl who was idolized and adored
Sir Henry stood at the back of the crowd
his status and position restored.

Constance died at a young age for sure
whilst Sir Henry lived to a ripe old age
haunted by a secret he had kept for years
for one night of passion and rage.

from an active imagination, this is fiction, picture courtesy of google..

4 comments:

  1. What a sad but beautiful story about a girl...
    a tale wisely and godly told!
    Great post.

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  2. WOW!WOW! WOW! What an awesome story, One that is emotional, heartbreaking, just simply sad and beautiful all in one package. Billy, you could make this into an awesome book, my friend. You have left me wanting more and more.

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  3. I agree this is a very heart breaking poem. This one is my favorite, by far.
    The emotion, the story all wrapped up in pain, fear, sorrow, lust, wonderful!!!

    My favorite line starts the poem:
    “Constance Harding was a beautiful girl”

    The picture you found matches perfectly. Thank you for this magnificent poem, you enriched my day with your words!

    Gerardine

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  4. thank you all for your very encouraging comments..

    william..

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