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The Choice of Bonny Aileas

Through shadowed forest glade she rode 'Midst grey and gloomy chill No single thought of safety did A moment stay her will The mist clung to her nostrils as She charged into the brush The creatures of the forest paused In terrifying hush Foreboding seeped into her bones Ghastly, from ages spent Urging her mount to breakneck speed Resolve would not relent To slow would mean downfall into A consequence of dread She knew if she but lost an inch He lover would be dead This morn she was awakened by His servant at her door And with his last breath utterance Fell bloodied to the floor It seems a tartan wearing clan Appeared in red and green ‘Tis true that a more fearful sight Is rarely ever seen Unwittingly, they’d crossed the line Into the Fraser realm It was then they were set upon In stand of noble elm So, now she raced to intercede Upon her love’s behalf To beg for mercy from the chief; That he withhold his wrath The secret she had hidden would Surely offset slaughter It was true she had been born the Fraser Chieftain’s daughter She’d fled her home ten years before With young Lord Cameron The rival clan’s incumbent heir Her lover and champion She’d not been sorry up to now For following her heart She knew the toll her love would take Right from the very start But this would be a sacrifice She'd never wished to make That for his life she would exchange Hers for the clan to take

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/1/2009 1:08:00 PM
Great story, written beautifully, Donna! Is there a part 2 posted? Love narrative poems like this one and I'd like to see how the story ends. Very compelling! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/30/2009 3:21:00 PM
Donna, I forgot to mention, on my Mother's side, I have an ancestor who was an officer in the "Black Watch"..... which I believe guarded beef-shipments to his Majesty's armed forces....I'm presently investigating, but am enamored by all things Celtic!!!
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Date: 4/30/2009 3:16:00 PM
Donna, I found this poem absolutely mesmerizing! Jim
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Date: 4/30/2009 2:25:00 PM
This is a classic write, if you come from Scotland as i do. I could picture exactly where she was going and her intentions to protect her love from warring clans. The Fraser's and Cameron's forbidding their young ones to be linked in any way, with heart rendering events to show her love. Its more than a classic write, its quite fantastic, and deserves to be featured, and i hope it is. James Fraser,xx
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Date: 2/14/2009 10:48:00 AM
Dear Donna, you have such talent! We all know there may be "a toll for following our hearts." But just imagine how life would be if we didn't allow love to enter. Wonderful! Happy Valentine's Day, Carolyn
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Date: 2/3/2009 4:24:00 PM
Nice narrative Donna...Raul
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Date: 2/3/2009 7:33:00 AM
Nice medieval flavor to this one. Are you much of a Tolkien fan? I love tea - especially white and green! There is another website you can write for if you so desire - strangeroad.com Yours Matthew Anish
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