Jealous Sister

I loved both my daughters dearly, aye,
the eldest with coal black hair and eyes,
the youngest fair-haired, gentle and kind.

They grew up together by the North Sea shore,
until a knight came knocking at our door
with gifts of rings and gloves, and more.

My daughters often loved to roam
on the shore where the breakers foam.
One day, my dark-haired girl returned alone.

So many tears I moaned and wailed,
while the knight took a boat with a single sail
and searched for my daughter, to no avail.

He courted our dark daughter and the date was set;
in the castle hall, the wedding guests met,
with minstrels to play, the best we could get.

They brought a harp, it was made of bone,
which the minstrels laid on a seat of stone—
when it started to play, all on its own.

It told the story of how it was made,
from the breastbone of a poor drowned maid,
strung with three locks from her golden braid.

The harp sang with a sorrowful sound
of how the bride her sister drowned
and thought her body would never be found.

The knight saw terror on his black-haired bride,
who shivered and trembled at his side,
while her father and I could only cry

at the loss of our two darling daughters,
one to the gallows, the other to water.

Kim M. Russell, 10^th November 2026

At the dVerse Poets Pub today, Merril is hosting Tuesday Poetics, and we are writing poems which give secondary characters a voice. Merril asks us to choose a character from a well-known story, myth, book, fairy tale, movie, play, or even song who is not the lead character, and write a poem from their point of view.

The examples she gives are John Updike’s novel about Gertrude, Hamlet’s mother (Gertrude and Claudius, 2000) and Tom Stoppard’s absurdist play, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead based on the minor characters who were Hamlet’s childhood friends, as well as a poem by Margaret Atwood, written from the perspective of one of the sirens from Greek mythology, instead of Odysseus. We may choose any character, any style, and there is no form requirement.

I chose an old English folk song, ‘Cruel Sister’, of which the origins can be traced back to the 16th century, and which has been passed down through oral tradition. There are many versions of the ballad, and nobody seems to know who wrote the original. It tells the story of two sisters, one kind and gentle, the other spiteful and jealous, who both fall in love with the same man. The kind sister is murdered by the jealous sister and her body is used to create a harp that plays music at the cruel sister’s wedding, revealing the cruel act. I wrote from the mother’s point of view.