Ok this was my homework in year 9 so when I was 13 so 4 years ago now. Now before anyone thinks I’m the most morbid and disturbed 13 year old they’ve ever met it was a school assignment. We had to write a story based on the poem Porphyria’s Lover by Robert Browning which was published in 1836.

Porphyrias Lover

I sat, my eyes gleaming with silent tears gazing at the raging storm. It seemed that the weather was describing my feelings through the wind and rain, my feelings of loathing and hatred for her. For Porphyria: for her wealth, her family who freeze our relationship.

As I stared at the dark wood I noticed those evil spirits in the trees taunting me even more than normal, their ugly claw like hands gripping onto the dark dying bark. They laugh at me, their demon faces stretched into evil smiles. I sit simply in the cold and dark overcome in my loneliness and my hatred.

Then like a golden angel she came, running through the dark dangerous wood to my cold unwelcoming cottage. Holding her bonnet on with her hands she runs, her beautiful ball gown flowing behind her. So she had come after all, but to accept back? That is too easy.

The old rusty door creaked as Porphria, my love, crept in. She walked towards my cold icy grate. Soon the grate was full, full of bouncing flames. She drew back and started to untie the sodden coat that hung around her shoulders and hung it on the old rickety oak chair. She then untied the ribbon of her elegant velvet bonnet, letting her golden locks fall. Gently she shook her golden mane, letting it fall freely about her shoulders. She called my name softly. I made no reply. So she pulled my arm around her waist. As she did so, her dress slipped slightly baring her shoulder.

She lent her fair head on my rough shoulder. I gazed upon her as she murmured her love for me, but I knew it would not last. Passion never does. So then I thought of ways I may keep my dear love. For soon she would return to her rich elegant lifestyle leaving me behind. I gazed at her with thoughts of how to keep her going through my head, I glanced at her fair golden locks that there before my eyes appeared to me as a yellow thin rope. A rope. I twisted her hair into one big rope and started to wrap my silky rope around her thin neck. After my golden roped snaked round her neck three times I pulled. She gently became heavy on me and slipped down to the floor. I loosened my silky rope and lifted her and placed her head upon my shoulder. Gently I pushed her eyelids up to see her sapphire eyes smiling still and there we will sit forever. For now she is mine forever. For no one knows yet of Porphyria’s sacrifice of her life of riches so she may stay with me in my cold cottage forever. I will now be with my love forever.

Now you might be wondering why I uploaded this well I’ve kept the original copy for 4 years I decided I needed to do something with it and why not. I would paste the poem on her but I’m not sure if I’d be breaking copyright or something but if you want to read it go to this website

Funny thing the poems longer than my story. Well review if you want I know my grammar is rubbish but I’m not good at it now so 4 years ago it was appalling.