Marion Du Faouët

[Pia]

Red is the colour of my hair
My long, tangled, lovely hair
Tumbling over white shoulders
Ravaged by the marks of the lash
Seared with the letter V

Red as deep as my lips
That loved and kissed so softly
By the cool pond in Priziac
And laid me on the grassy bank
Stealing my soul for ever

Red as dark as my blood
On the white snow that January day
My wrists bound to the wooden post
Clothes torn and back bared
My tears staining my face

Red is the brazier's fire
My back tied to the boards
The cords cutting me
Five times they burn my legs
My screams masking my silence



The day is clouded grey
They drag my helpless frame
Over Quimper's cobbles
Past the silent stares
Towards the Place Saint-Corentin

Grey is the colour of my shift
They pull it from my shoulders
Long hair lifted from my face
The noose placed round my neck
My heart, my red red heart!

 

[RacingRodent]

Red is a powerful colour brought to life by your words and used to telling affect in creating a pathos and affintiy for the tragic central character. I really admire and enjoy re-reading this piece

 

[Barbaria1]

Red is the colour of my hair
My long, tangled, lovely hair
Tumbling over white shoulders
Ravaged by the marks of the lash
Seared with the letter V

Red as deep as my lips
That loved and kissed so softly
By the cool pond in Priziac
And laid me on the grassy bank
Stealing my soul for ever

Red as dark as my blood
On the white snow that January day
My wrists bound to the wooden post
Clothes torn and back bared
My tears staining my face

Red is the brazier's fire
My back tied to the boards
The cords cutting me
Five times they burn my legs
My screams masking my silence

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The day is clouded grey
They drag my helpless frame
Over Quimper's cobbles
Past the silent stares
Towards the Place Saint-Corentin

Grey is the colour of my shift
They pull it from my shoulders
Long hair lifted from my face
The noose placed round my neck
My heart, my red red heart!

Oh WOW....Great post PK!

 

[messaline]

Hum, perhaps some overstatments ?

Like the dauphinois Mandrin, or limousin Burgou ,Marion du Faouët benefits from a favourable popular legend, which gives the image of a"good bandit", coming from the people, robing only the rich and 'foreigners', protector of the poors, and playing with the authority.

This popular tradition,which does not seem to be perfectly regarding the historical reality, is Marion, a folk hero,the Muse of a terroir.

Her end :
Marion Trömel(her real surname) was arrested several times(includingJuly2, 1752, Poullaouen),but escaped or get her release through protections. Finally,she is recognized in a street of Nantes, captured and conducted to Quimper. Although submitted to the torture, she said nothing and she was sentenced to death. She died hanged, according to the condemnation, on1755 on the place Saint-Corentin Quimper.

PS: the first drawing shows the Hostel where she and her group were meeting ; it was destroyed in 1878 ...
the second drawing is the place of Quimper were she was hanged ...


But I love your poem, Pkin !

 

[Pia]

Hum, perhaps some overstatments ?

Like the dauphinois Mandrin, or limousin Burgou ,Marion du Faouët benefits from a favourable popular legend, which gives the image of a"good bandit", coming from the people, robing only the rich and 'foreigners', protector of the poors, and playing with the authority.

This popular tradition,which does not seem to be perfectly regarding the historical reality, is Marion, a folk hero,the Muse of a terroir.

Her end :
Marion Trömel(her real surname) was arrested several times(includingJuly2, 1752, Poullaouen),but escaped or get her release through protections. Finally,she is recognized in a street of Nantes, captured and conducted to Quimper. Although submitted to the torture, she said nothing and she was sentenced to death. She died hanged, according to the condemnation, on1755 on the place Saint-Corentin Quimper.

PS: the first drawing shows the Hostel where she and her group were meeting ; it was destroyed in 1878 ...
the second drawing is the place of Quimper were she was hanged ...


But I love your poem, Pkin !

thank you for adding tthe true context of history,,, we all need/enjoy our heroes and heroines even of the reality is usually a bit more gritty and grubby

 

[messaline]

Oh, Pkin, History is History, but sometimes people prefer the Legends ... and me too sometimes !!!

 

[Wragg]

I like my history coloured by Pkin and Messa

That is one heck of a poem Pkin!!!

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[thehangingtree]

hanged pirates, such a lovely sight...


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[Yupar]

Red is the colour of my hair
My long, tangled, lovely hair
Tumbling over white shoulders
Ravaged by the marks of the lash
Seared with the letter V

Red as deep as my lips
That loved and kissed so softly
By the cool pond in Priziac
And laid me on the grassy bank
Stealing my soul for ever

Red as dark as my blood
On the white snow that January day
My wrists bound to the wooden post
Clothes torn and back bared
My tears staining my face

Red is the brazier's fire
My back tied to the boards
The cords cutting me
Five times they burn my legs
My screams masking my silence

View attachment 131974

The day is clouded grey
They drag my helpless frame
Over Quimper's cobbles
Past the silent stares
Towards the Place Saint-Corentin

Grey is the colour of my shift
They pull it from my shoulders
Long hair lifted from my face
The noose placed round my neck
My heart, my red red heart!

For ur Red Heart, u earn my red heart
I dont know that histroy, but i like both pics n words

 

[Yupar]

Red is the colour of my hair
My long, tangled, lovely hair
Tumbling over white shoulders
Ravaged by the marks of the lash
Seared with the letter V

Red as deep as my lips
That loved and kissed so softly
By the cool pond in Priziac
And laid me on the grassy bank
Stealing my soul for ever

Red as dark as my blood
On the white snow that January day
My wrists bound to the wooden post
Clothes torn and back bared
My tears staining my face

Red is the brazier's fire
My back tied to the boards
The cords cutting me
Five times they burn my legs
My screams masking my silence

View attachment 131974

The day is clouded grey
They drag my helpless frame
Over Quimper's cobbles
Past the silent stares
Towards the Place Saint-Corentin

Grey is the colour of my shift
They pull it from my shoulders
Long hair lifted from my face
The noose placed round my neck
My heart, my red red heart!

For ur Red Heart, u earn my red heart
I dont know that histroy, but i like both pics n words

 

[Eulalia]

two scenes from the 1997 tv series-

whipping and branding

http://www.wat.tv/video/marion-faouet-marquee-fer-rouge-3kvmn_2flc9_.html

execution

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

I expected the guillotine!

 

[Eulalia]

this was long before the Revolution,
when kind-hearted Dr Joseph-Ignace Guillotin persuaded L'Assemblée Nationale
to adopt a more humane way of executing aristos etc.​

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

this was long before the Revolution,
when kind-hearted Dr Joseph-Ignace Guillotin persuaded L'Assemblée Nationale
to adopt a more humane way of executing aristos etc.​

Yes indeed, before the R were many executions with the precursor of the guillotine. But they had another official name. Unofficial there are names so much as people are.

 

[Pia]

two scenes from the 1997 tv series-

whipping and branding

http://www.wat.tv/video/marion-faouet-marquee-fer-rouge-3kvmn_2flc9_.html

execution

Thank you for sharing those - I think they are well filmed....and capture the period and so many other things well....

 

[admihoek]

two scenes from the 1997 tv series-

whipping and branding

http://www.wat.tv/video/marion-faouet-marquee-fer-rouge-3kvmn_2flc9_.html

execution

and another one..............................

 

[Gibbs505]

this was long before the Revolution,
when kind-hearted Dr Joseph-Ignace Guillotin persuaded L'Assemblée Nationale
to adopt a more humane way of executing aristos etc.​

Indeed hanging was usual for women with the exception of those burnt at the stake for more heinous offences. Men were decapitated by a sword, or broken on the wheel.

 

[pontiopilato]

hanged pirates, such a lovely sight...
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This would never happen in Pittsburgh.