Like moon on nights of skies unstarred
she lived without her Abelard.
A parched, still plain was Heloise -
like moon on nights of skies unstarred.
In death she would not lose regard
for him who’d been her rain and breeze.
Like moon on nights of skies unstarred,
she lived without her Abelard.
Categories:
heloise, love hurts,
Form: Triolet
"Then there is no more left but this, that
in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less
than the love we two have already known"
(Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy)
Like moon on nights of skies un-starred
she lived without her Abelard.
A parched still plain was Heloise -
like moon on nights of skies un-starred.
In death she would not lose regard
for him who’d been her rain and breeze.
Like moon on nights of skies un-starred,
she lived without her Abelard.
When Abelard put love away,
with Church he mightily aligned.
The world was not like ours today
when Abelard put love away.
Not even Heloise could say
were she to often cross his mind.
When Abelard put love away,
with Church he mightily aligned.
By Andrea Dietrich
For the Famous Couples/DuosPoetry Contest
of Heather Ober
(based on one of the most interesting love stories
I have ever read: Abelard & Heloise)
Categories:
heloise, love, sad, love, moon,
Form: Triolet
The alchemists seek to change iron into gold.
They have never succeeded, so I have been told.
However, I have found gold within your body.
Everything about you has scintillated me.
Heloise, not only do you have great beauty,
for a woman, you appear very scholarly.
You have uncanny qualities many men seek,
as you are fluent in Latin, Hebrew, and Greek.
It seems God has taken the riches of the earth,
and mixed them together on the day of your birth.
There’s no other woman like you in all of France.
Since I have met you, I have taken a great chance.
I realize I am more than just your tutor.
You blessed me with a child as you are my lover.
I know your uncle Fulbert will be furious
the moment he discovers what became of us.
I assure you as our God is our judge above,
I’ll provide you and Astrolabe will all my love.
Categories:
heloise, history, love, god, god,
Form: Rhyme