Weekend Writing Warriors #9



April showers bring May flowers … and the weekend brings out the Warriors!  Ten lines from a work-in-progress: As Only A Woman Can, my Pride & Prejudice romantic romp.

With apologies to Robert Burns, whose beloved poem Darcy has seriously mauled …

Later in the week another Valentine arrived for Elizabeth. Among the riot of painted flowers perched a butterfly, and the Admirer, whoever he was, had added friendly eyes and a smile. As before, his poem contained a warning.

O he’s guileless as a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June;
But his guilt is like a melodie play’d in a minor tune.

The truth is harsh, my bonnie lass, for deep in debt is he;
Faith, he must snare a wealthy wife, or off to France he’ll flee.

Till a’ the seas gang dry round here, and ‘friends’ run out of funds;
O he will lie his head off, dear, till out of town he’s run.

Elizabeth gave an unhappy huff. Lie his head off—what sort of expression was that? Something from the stables? Or the army? Or—what?

Who was this Admirer? And why the warning?

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14 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors #9

  1. Love the poem – what a great idea! Very Cyrano-ish. So is Elizabeth interested in some rake, and the poetry author is trying to win her heart? This being the only snippet I’ve read, that would be my guess. Can’t wait to read more!

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    1. Cyrano! That’s great, Alexandra, I love it. Cyrano! Except instead of being homely, reserved Darcy is oh-so-fine!

      He’s trying to warn her off Wickham. It has now occurred to Darcy that in leaving the area, he has left her vulnerable to Wickham’s advances. But we wonder how effective his “anonymous” messages truly are …

      Thanks for stopping by.


  2. Well … no. Whenever we plot and scheme, things never seem to go quite right. And that’s why these kinds of stories are fun.

    Thanks for coming by to read, Hywela.


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