Okay, I've been puking poetry recently. *glares at Snoink*
This is inspired by Tennyson's Mariana and the rhyme scheme is from that if it looks odd. I know it's nothing like as good, but I'm hoping it's okay. It's my first shot at Ye Olde English but I'm trying to do it in the style of Mariana. Yep.
The Pear Tree
“The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall”
Mariana, Tennyson
My fair young mistress has not shown
My garden love of late
She remains indoors, alone,
Resigned so to her fate
Sees not my pain, nor more than weeps,
Cares nought but for herself
While she is so, I have not health
My fruits now ne’er shall reap.
Happiness, henceforth, is marred,
No more canst I stand tall
I think my mistress cruel and hard
Forsooth, so art us all.
