Advice to Young Ladies – Terza Rima

Advice to Young Ladies
By Omokehindebegbon (mka T Johnson)
Inspired by Muirenn ingen ui Dunchada (mka Shannon Bryant Carey) and her limitless wisdom

I stand now with my back unto the sea
And face my spurned suitors boldly, without fear
Twin terrors, though, they face right back at me

They ask me, have I never held them dear
Could I not see love taking its toll
How can I look upon them, face light with cheer

Says the dark man, “Do we merely play a role,
In a great dance, where we’ve no plot in our fate?
If so, must I take charge of my lonely soul?

Tell me, true love, have I here come too late?
What madness now commands you to forsake
Or has our whole affair been built on hate?”

The fair man has few pretty words at stake
“Desert me now, regret it all your days
You’ll sleep alone and miss me when you wake.

You’ll yearn for me until your fire’s blaze
Turns to ashes in your bed and even so
Your bones to dust and eye’s glimmer to dark haze.

You’ll call for me, grief-stricken, filled with woe
And fall back in my arms, full readily
To land upon the rocky field you sow.”

“I will wait,” says the dark man, “steadily,
You may leave a thousand days, a thousand more
Know that my heart will grieve you, heavily

And I will plow each stone that scores your regret’s shore
Know that I would rather die a hundred deaths
Than to live a hundred years, never yours.”

The fair man laughs and tells me in a breath
“I’d leap on soldier’s pike full merrily,
Than waste another moment in lover’s depths.”

And now, I tell the dark man, ever wearily
“Even the prettiest words do not true lovers make
If their vows ring hollow ordinarily.”

“And you,” I tell the fair man, “are but a snake,
Ready to poison love at its first quiver,
You are more than pleased to strike it when it shakes.”

My lovers did not argue with the giver
Of news that threatened at first to end life
And left me to accept what fate delivers

Ladies, to save eternal strife
Never settle as a false man’s wife