Of Theodore Marmaduke, Canto III

Blessed, bold, but berated,        Bromdun found himself by the bull’s pen

Where beauty beheld him wonted       He had loved the beauty, but bold

Was she, to shew away all great loves      For he was shown a Ziddonian

And she was an Israelite sure;       Thus, the two fell to showers of salt

Eating beneath the fig fruit       Which dropped forbearing upon the forts of love.

There forbidden fruit dropped     Forlorn, the two forgat that love was forbidden

As the green fruit upon the       Forbidden trees.

Delicious it was, to dote      In the nude upon the delicacies of love.

Yet, the families disapproved       Desperate to separate the young turtledoves.

They forbade the marriage       Of these two young mates.

The two, at the precipice of love’s clinch      Drew back, and did not beget, nor elope.

No priest would permit them to marry      “You are too young!” cried the priest

Cried the family, cried the friends.      The two were familiar as spousemates,

But for friend and family       The feat never took but for a farce.


She scorned him.     She scoured him.

Not because she hated him,     But because they hated him,

Who like a brother to her      But much deeper, with sibling rivalry

The two loved not with farce       But with zeal. Forswear to know

The forbidden love cost the two     Their couth, and sanity.

These could not even seal      Their bond with sex.

For on the threat of discovery,     The two were too daunted to be at ease.

At the appropriate age for love      Neither appeared, but rather abhorred the other.

Their hatred grew cold,      For love could not be clinched.

For the family’s futility,      Neither could fraternize, and therefore

Seal their loves.      Such might be the best that they left it alone.

For, unlike Hannai and Jeroboam      They could not seal under

The mandrakes, nor the fig tree blossoms.     They could not seal, berated

By friend and ally,      Both were made cold, forsworn,

They could not seal      Their sex, for they were not married.

Thus, the hatred never grew,      But instead healed him.

She hurt and pined     Yet could love him nonetheless.

For his Chivalry prevailed,     And they were not thrust into unsure desires

Which makes bitter hatred in hearts     More broken than prevented pollination.


For they did not      Imprison  the lieges

Nor torture them in their dungeons,      Nor disembowel them

Because of love prevented.     For dammed love is the most vitriol hatred

And lovers tasted of the wine     Of salts hate one another most cruel.

Veiled of love, the consorts,     Nor the curious slaves and vassals

Were hurt, nor the Christians,      Nor the commoners.

For if Hannai and Jeroboam are a lesson,      Forbidden love jeers the soul

Of its goodness,      And the only power to grow good again

Is to forgive     The fruitless feast of love.


For Theodore Marmaduke     Maligned the parents with spies

To tell the whole,    What the two young lovers behooved

And spread rumors false      About flower petals.

Thus, the parents hated him      But Theodore Marmaduke had made a horrible mistake.

By never tasting love’s alight      The two’s love could last

To platonic forms     Formidable, even to forgive the shame

Shown when Bromdun      Bereaved of all breast of heart

Could not be but a coward      And so converse with his comrade.

For she knew Bromdun’s shame     But hid it in her bosom, that he was not but show

But a good, unloved man.     For she taught him love unconditional;

For that her heart beat     For her breast, knowing that forbidden was that heartbeat.

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