A poem inspired by a legend of those blue little flowers, the forget-me-nots.. with my own twist, of course. ( ;
This is the longest poem I have ever written so far ~ The words couldn't stop flowing.
- Aei


Forget Me Not

A knight and his lady

Walking the cliffs of a river…

He wracked his mind for the

Speech he planned to deliver.

He just came back from war, you see;

Brought peace to his land.

Now he's ready to settle down -

Make her his, marry her grand.

He stopped their walk amidst

A patch of blue blossoms.

She looked at him, and he was lost –

In her eyes he was numbed.

With her eyes urging him on,

He bent down to the ground

A handful of blue flowers

His gloved hand found.

Yet the world was against him

As a strong wind blew.

He was knocked off his feet, rolled

Down the cliff, into the river blue.

The lady gasped, her legs failing

As she sunk to the ground.

Her eyes were wide,

Tears fell, warm and round.

She saw him struggling, his eyes urgent;

His armor was too heavy.

He couldn't swim, you see;

He was no navy.

With his last bit of strength,

He raised his gloved hand

And he threw the blue flowers,

Their petals hitting the sand.

"Forget me not!" He cried,

And his head disappeared in the water.

The lady looked on,

Her heart was in shatters.

"My lover, gone so early!"

She mournfully cried.

Her salty tears fell

Showering the blue flowers beside.

Shakily, she got to her feet;

She took off her silk slippers.

Down the cliff she went,

The place filled with her whimpers.

Her bare feet hit the river's shore,

And through the sand she marched,

Her feet were determined to

Reach the blue flowers parched.

With a shaky hand, she

Grasped the bouquet.

The petals were vibrant,

No signs of decay.

She laid her head down in the sand

The bouquet she held to her heart.

She turned her gaze to the river

Where her lover lay, depart.

"Forget me not", she whispered

As she faced her death.

Her heart was too heavy, stricken,

That she breathed her last breath.

For those that later found her said

She looked like a blushing bride.

With her dress and bouquet

They deemed her married to the river's tides.

But the flowers she held to her chest

Spoke of their story, never to be forgot,

For they are now what we call

Forget-me-not.