One night upon my travels far
I stumbled on a fancy bar
with music loud and flowing wine
I met a man with eyes of tar.
He said: My dear, you look so fine!
It’s in my heart to make you mine.
He kissed my hand, he kissed my lips
let for a moment true love shine.
His hands upon my naked hips
we met in the night, two sailing ships
but when the morrow’s sun did rise
like shadow from his bed I slip.
My lonely journey has a price,
to never hold the same man twice
and as I travel near and far
my heart is now as cold as ice.
Day 18 of NaPoWriMo 2014 and today’s challenge was to write either a Ruba’i or a Rubaiyat (which is a collection of Ruba’i-s)… Writing to form has always scared me, but I decided to give it a go, with a basic AABA BBCB rhyme. Hope you enjoyed!