Cursed Love

25 10 2009

Misty Overgrown CemetarySandra loves Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!

For me, Halloween means costumes and horror movies, popcorn and creepy decorations. But what I love best are the stories that come out of the woodworks during this time of year: Gothic romances.

Whether it’s Wuthering Heights or Tim Burton movies I’ve seen a hundred times, I adore spending time in haunted castles and listening to the wind howling on the moors.

Wales, the setting for Wish for the Moon, is home to many Gothic stories, probably because it has more castles than any other region of the UK. Many of our Halloween traditions originated with the Welsh, and ghost stories abound.
One such tragic tale of romance and superstition is the story of Nant Gwrtheyrn. Nant Gwrtheyrn is a valley in North Wales near the sea. As legend has it, three monks from a nearby monastery were driven out of the village by stones, and they cursed the valley with three curses: no two lovers from there would ever marry, not one of the inhabitants would be buried in consecrated ground, and the village itself would die. Eventually, a couple named Rhys and Meinir became engaged. On their wedding day Meinir, the bride-to-be, followed an old custom by pretending reluctance and going off to hide; Rhys and the other young men couldn’t find her though they searched all day, and Rhys stayed searching all night and the next day, wandering up and down the valley calling out her name. And he continued to do so all his life until one day when he was an old man. A Welsh rain forced him to take shelter under an old oak tree; at the height of the storm the tree was struck by lightening and split open, and the skeleton of his beloved Meinir fell out before him, still in her wedding dress. Rhys died soon afterwards of a broken heart, and the two lovers were placed in the same coffin, but even there they were not to rest in peace. As the cart carrying the coffin was climbing the hill out of the valley, it hit a rock and the coffin was shaken off and tumbled down the cliff to sink into the sea, doomed by the second curse. As for the third curse, the demand for the local quarry ceased and the village was abandoned as predicted.

So what are your favorite tales of cursed love? Share and you’ll be entered in this month’s contest!


–author of Wish for the Moon, available now from The Wild Rose Press and Amazon



9 responses

27 10 2009
Beth C.

This time of year, I get to pull out my Edgar Allen Poe book of poems and stories and people don’t ask if I’m depressed when I read it. I love Annabelle Lee and The Tell Tale Heart. Also the short story Buried Alive. You can just see his characters in each of his tales.

27 10 2009

Yea, I’m not the only one who loves Poe! My all-time fave is The Raven:

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.'”

I love it! But I spend so much of October saying “Nevermore” just a little too often, lol? 🙂

27 10 2009

Ah, yes, Beth & Jordyn! Poe was my first literary love!! I remember the first time I read his poem Annabelle Lee. To me, it’s very beautiful…but in a sad, goth, Tim Burton kind-of-way. LOL

Poe’s the king of cursed love, in my opinion.

28 10 2009
Tracey D (bl0226)

Unfortunately, I don’t have any cursed love tales to share but I do enjoy reading Ghost Story by Peter Straub this time of year.

I loved the story about Nant Gwrtheyrn.


28 10 2009

Glad you liked it!

28 10 2009
Heather Hiestand

Since I have a baby I’ve been racking my brain for every song I ever learned to sing to him when he’s fussy. There’s one that starts “Poor Rose she died, she died for love, her lover he died, for sorrow.”

Not sure where that comes from, but it sounds like they were cursed!

28 10 2009

Nice! Your song reminds me of a lovely old Celtic song about a woman dying from a chill on the moors. Spooky and lovely!

28 10 2009
charlene c

my favorite is the haunted new london ledge lighthouse.Ernie was the keeper of the lighthouse.he jumped to his death after his wife ran off with the captain of a ferry boat.they say he can be seen swabbing the decks late at night and he unties boats.

28 10 2009

So sad, Charlene! Thanks!

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