Poetry Friday: The Maiden and the Dove

Like many Poetry Friday friends, I’m participating in Laura Shovan‘s 6th Annual February Daily Poem Project. This year’s theme is ekphrasis. Each day, a group member posts a photo of a work of art in his or her home. The variety of works shared during the past week alone has been astounding. I haven’t been able to keep up and write a poem every day, but I’m trying. This daily writing is stretching my poetry muscles in different ways and has yielded many surprises. Almost accidentally, I’ve also been playing with new and different forms. Last week, I shared an abecedarian. This week, Heather Meloche shared a block print created by her grandmother, Thelma Wilson Brain.

Troubadours and courtly love immediately came to mind, so I decide to tried my had at a lai. In The Essential Poet’s Glossary, Edward Hirsch writes that “in Old French Poetry, a lai is a short lyrical or narrative poem…usually written in octosyllabic verse.” Sticking to a strict syllable count and rhyme scheme was quite a challenge. I tried not to sacrifice sense while maintaining both, but don’t think I completely succeeded. In any case, this draft was fun to write, and brought back many fond memories of a favorite English professor who specialized in the lais of Marie de France.

The Maiden and the Dove

When troubadours in days of old
Sang songs of maids with hair of gold,
Sweet lady Jane traversed a wood
To where the sacred hazel stood.
Beneath its boughs she met a dove
Who trilled the promise of true love.
“Gather rosebuds of red and white.
Present them to a gallant knight.
For you he will forego all strife,
Preferring an idyllic life.”     

No damsel in distress was she,
Jane soon was down upon one knee.
“Dear dove, thank you for these wise words
But taking such advice from birds
Seems like a foolish plan to make
And sure would bring me much heartache.
Don’t fill my head with fluff and froth.
I’ll only ever pledge my troth
To one who’s loyal and steadfast,
Whose bravery is unsurpassed.
On such a man I will bestow
My tender love, then all will know.”

To her word, gracious Jane was true,
Tales of her love and kindness grew,
Throughout the land her story was told,
By troubadours in days of old.

© Catherine Flynn, 2018

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10 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: The Maiden and the Dove

  1. Wow! I saw this before and thought it was a good poem…..but I didn’t recognize the form. That’s a great job! I like the sassy—or saucy attitude of the lady. Best lines? But taking such advice from birds
    Seems like a foolish plan to make. It’s really fun to see all the styles. But I do appreciate seeing your poem out of the tidal wave of comments. Oooooph that’s hard for me to surf through.

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  2. I really loved this when I first read it, Catherine, and now again, a superb story. I smile when I read her voice, can imagine her rather sardonic reply: ““Dear dove, thank you for these wise words/But taking such advice from birds/Seems like a foolish plan to make/And sure would bring me much heartache.” And on. It’s a pleasing poem for sure!

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  3. You do not give yourself enough credit for this poem. It is such a wonderful story along with the rhythm and rhyme which makes it a delight to read. Your maiden is one I’d like to know.

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