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Kate and Isobel

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First tea and cakes, then off to play
They laughed and wandered all the day
'Till day was waxing faint
Then homeward faced, linked arm in arm
With never fear to cause alarm
Nor caution bring restraint

Alas! Alas! there lay a hole
With plot to swallow heart and soul
One golden-headed girl
That wretched hole may death berate
And end of being imprecate
That vile, vicious churl!

"Oh, help me, Kate!" cried Isobel
But fingers slipped and in she fell
'Mid shock and disbelief
Then Isabella, far below
Called, "Quickly, Katie! quickly go
For aid and sure relief."

Then Katie knelt beside the brim
Once sparkling eyes with tears aswim
And said, "I'll here remain."
But Isobel at once demurred
"Oh, Kate, some help must be secured
I cannot move for pain."

So off she went and searched around
But not one soul could there be found
Nor ever likely step't
She stopped awhile to sit and rest
Her folded hands to bosom pressed
And there she softly wept

A mounted knight then riding by
Beheld her tears and heard her sigh
And off his palfrey lit
Said he, "Fair damsel, golden-haired
Such doleful frame must be repaired
So speak thou whilst I sit."

"Alas, good Knight!" quoth woeful Kate
It may, I fear, be just too late
To save my friend to day
With haste, good knight, come, follow me
And see if succour yet may be
Oh, help me, knight, I pray."

The knight bestrode his lofty seat
Then set her aftward nice and neat
And off they set at trot
The knight she held with firmest hold
'Till at the pit both dark and cold
They Isabella sought

While night sped on at rapid pace
The knight set out to win the race
And save the damsel whole
A rope he from his saddle fetched
And tree to Isabella stretched
Then clambered in the hole

Right down the rope he quickly swung
And to her side he deftly sprung
He raised her from the dust
He tied a rope from waist to waist
And she her arms about him placed
In sweet, confiding trust

A span or two to hand he climbed
With Isabella right behind
'Till safety was secured
Then Kate and Isobel embraced
Said Kate, "What awful things you faced
And terrors you endured!"

Well, this was Isobel's reply
"Oh, Kate, I should not tell a lie
In word or even deed
Except to brave that curséd fall
It really was not bad at all
I knew you would succeed."

Then to the knight she turned and saith
"I thank thee, Knight, by all my faith
For saving me this night
Thus here I give my ring to wear
And trust that ye might ever fare
As well in ev'ry fight."

Then quoth the knight, "Thy ring I take
With faith that it myself will make
A nobler, better man
To fight for justice, truth, and peace
In hope that vice and evil cease
In ev'ry way I can.

"But let us neither tarry long
For hark! the cricket's evening song
Pervades the damp'ning air
So let me take thee, damsel, home
'Twould never do to leave thee roam
On halting legs to there."

Thus Isobel his palfrey rode
While Kate and he beside her strode
Right to their township sweet
"'Tis Belle and Kate!" the watchman called
And quickly down the drawbridge hauled
That they their kin might meet

The threesome turned from roads away
To streets of black and muted grey
'Till safely home at last
"Oh, praise the Lord," quoth Isobel
That though some trouble us befell
Those troubles now are past!"

"'Tis not so true," quoth Knight with grin
There yet remains to get thee in
And halting legs at that."
Then from the palfrey off she slipped
The knight her falling figure gripped
And bore her o'er the mat

His burden carried up the stairs
'Mid father's, mother's wond'ring stares
And gently placed in bed
Her father asked her why he came
She said that she was nearly lame
And dizzied in the head

At that he wished the knight to stay
But through the dark he rode away
His lamp the crescent moon
And though he had some deed to do
Those pretty maidens somehow knew
The knight would see them soon

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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  1. Date: 8/8/2013 3:48:00 PM
    You are an absolute poetic genius. Conratulations on your win. Going in my faves. :)

  1. Date: 8/7/2013 9:43:00 AM
    Wow, are some story-teller........above and beyond ...this is wonderful !!! As Andrea says......if you entered your own contest.....this would be the winner !!Congratulations!

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 2:23:00 PM
    gosh, this was tail rhyme all the way through. not an easy thing to do!! this looks like it could be a model for your contest!! It was in Dream on? I see it won and it was a well deserved win! Congratulations!

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 9:52:00 AM
    Isaiah, :-) a wonderful winning poem..... Congrats... love ~SKAT~

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 6:33:00 AM
    Your a master of tales Isaiah, congrats xxx

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 4:28:00 AM
    I love the "Ye Olde World" feel to this poem. Congratulations on your win, Isaiah.

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 7:42:00 PM
    wow! Isaiah, this is a nice win. Congratulations, In DG's "Dream On" contest... Linda

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 7:39:00 PM
    I enjoyed the story. congratulations on a great win. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 6:55:00 PM
    Well done Isaiah.

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 6:25:00 PM
    Congrad's on your fine tale winning, if you needed to write the first explanation, what you really needed was to clarify it IN the verse. And please do use periods? Light & Love

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 5:20:00 AM
    Great yarn that you have spun of knights and damsels in distress..Reads like a winner to me..Excellent work..Thanks for the visit to my work..Sara

  1. Date: 7/23/2013 4:42:00 PM
    WOW. You have REALLY showcased your skill with this one, Isaiah! I so admire people who are able to tell an entire, well-developed story within the restrictions of truly good poetry. The style of this one kind of reminds me of Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market." Absolutely wonderful!!

  1. Date: 7/21/2013 4:31:00 PM
    This is a marvellous poem and I could never writr one so long which capture the reader till the end.Well done here Mr I..Bravo