Thought I would combine Writer’s Island http://writersisland.wordpress.com/, free write for NaPoWriMo, with Big Tent Poetry http://bigtentpoetry.org/. Okay, so I couldn’t come up with anything to match Big Tent Poetry’s prompt, “write a poem using lung.” I still had the other prompt, “Writing a poem beginning with, “Legend says ______.”
I had to go back to my old patrol sector for this one, but it gives me one more day to work on that lung thing. There is an outside possibility that I’ll stroke out before tomorrow and get to avoid it altogether.
THE LEGEND OF CREVE COEUR LAKE
by Mike Patrick
Legend says Creve Coeur,
which is French for broken heart,
and is also the name for a lake
Within a lovely park.
Many, many years ago
in St. Louis history,
a heart-shaped lake once was formed,
why is still a mystery.
An Indian tribe lived nearby
with a princess full of grace.
Any man fell in love
if he should see her face.
To the lake a trapper came,
a man of French descent.
For once, the princess fell in love
and could have been content.
But the trapper loved another
and to her he returned,
leaving behind the fractured heart
of a girl whose love still burned.
The princess could no longer live
with the heart which he did break.
She leapt off the broken cliff
which overlooked the lake.
Unto this day, along that cliff
a weeping spring appears.
The locals say its only source
is the falling of her tears.
And so the lake received its name
and remained forever more:
the lake of the broken heart,
the legend of Creve Coeur.