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BARRETT AND BROWNING Runaway Lovers

RUNAWAY LOVERS

Sat Ba Barret restless in her room
Drinking death in dark and gloom
Tragedy seemed her last name
Despite the books that were her fame
Letters reached her by the score
But one kissed paper touched her core
Robert Browning made her wild
Exuberance flared—she was a child
A woman forty –heart on fire
Now she had but one desire
A partner for her life she sought
Her father raged—her brothers fought
And so she, in the dead of night
Began a journey—love’s mad flight
They wed with maid and cousin there
And off they sailed like on a dare
Tossed her frail and lifelong curse
Dared the gods to do their worst
She won the man and mated prize 
Found her reflection in his eyes
First night was a burst of tears
Maid was sent to soothe her fears
Downstairs help was all a twitter
Certain Ba was dry and bitter
Old maid and a cripple lass
With intellect none could surpass
Now she’s wed and this first night
What would happen—tup or fight?
Footmen bet on Browning luck—
Old maids were like sitting ducks
But when they saw dawn faces glow
Even shallow hearts did throw
A prayer that heaven smile on them
Such naked love sang out ‘Amen’.

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  1. Date: 11/27/2012 5:34:00 PM

    ‡ I Happened To Glimpse This Knowing Of Two Poets Becoming As One Within The Eyes Of Heaven Not Too Long Ago Now, Sweet Beautiful Victoria. Perhaps One Day My Own Novice Tale Shall Consist In Finding A Female Counterpart As Within A Poetics Peer For This My Heart, And My Life, As Elizabeth Once Did ? What A Blessing It Must Have Seemed And Been For They; Such Depth To Be Joined In Love's Matrimony. Wonderful Poem Bringing Forth Like Many Ofttimes Do, Sweet Dreams! 'Have A Joyful Evening.' My Love, Always, Rachel *

    Anderson-Throop Avatar Victoria Anderson-Throop Date: 11/27/2012 6:20:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    yes, i believe in our secret hearts not one of us Soupers can hear this story without a yearning--that is unless one is lucky enough to have already discovered that bond!