Loveuary. Day 9. Forbidden Love.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today is  Day 9  of  Loveuary. Shall we  talk  about  forbidden  love. Sadly in this  world there is  still a lot of prejudice. To  be Gay in  many  parts  of  the  world is  not only  illegal   but  also  downright  dangerous. I  shall not  name  these  countries as sadly  there  are  so many.

Also  in some  countries  it is  very  dangerous  to  have  an  adulterous  affairs…. usually  women  come off  worse, even being  stoned  to  death while  the  men  sometimes unpunished  or  maybe  flogged . Also  there  are  honour  killings , we  all know  about  these  too  so I  do  not  want  to dwell on  these  either  .

The  Nonet Forbidden Love  is  a new Poem,  Butterflies  of  Love, is  a poem  I  wrote  in 2015

Forbidden Love  A Nonet 

We walk in  shadows  away from  light

Hidden we belong  to  the  night .

You can never hold  my  hand

A love  like ours is  banned.

People  must not  know

I love you so

forbidden

Is our

Love

Butterflies of  Love 

On no man did she depend

Rather to herself true

She turned inward to befriend.

 

Tiny butterflies of love

Escape from heaven

Ecstasy pure as  the dove

 

Unspoken their lust did rise

Such joy forbidden

Taboos blown to wind and skies

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JusJoJan : Fallen Angels ( a nonet)

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Hard they had fallen heavy from on high

Blooded and bruised tossed out  the sky

Afraid they clung ridged in fear

Silence, deafening all voices gone

Eyes wide wet of tear

Banished thrown ou Hard they had fallen heavy from on high

Blooded and bruised tossed out  the sky

Afraid they clung ridged in fear

Silence, deafening all voices gone

Eyes wide wet of tear

Banished thrown out from

Lusts just desert

Broken hurt

Lost.

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The Crow Angel

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She fell to earth without warning it was early and the sky was full of the colours of a new day’s dawning. She was freezing and had never felt so alone without her kin so far from home. Never had she felt this cold even though she was three millennia old.

She was weeping silently when she was approached by some crows, one, two ,three. Gentle sister why do you weep why are you here your eyes are wide and you smell of fear. Brothers and sisters I have been exiled from heaven and I do not know if I will ever be forgiven.

Sister, asked the largest crow what is your crime, that from heaven you have been told to go. With downcast eyes she replied I fell in love with one , to me forbidden then to conceal this fact I lied. Is it a sin to fall in love, asked the second crow, her slender neck inclined. We thought love came from up above we often see the humans kissing arms entwined .

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OH! I don’t know what to do said the angel, her heart feeling as if it were rent in two.  The third crow, the smallest and the youngest asked her where is the one she loved . With her head in her hands she cried, he is banished too. He is gone, Lost to me I don’t know what to do.

The smallest crow sent forth a call which summoned their flock one and all.We can help you angel dear we will help you find your love have no fear.

Then the skies from far and wide were filled with black crows answering the littlest crows cries! For now I can relate no more as I am tired and my eyes are sore . I shall be back ere soon and tell you more.