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The Legend of Blue Willow

Blue Willow tells a charming Chinese tale of an angry father pursuing his daughter who is eloping with a commoner. After they flee, the young couple are transformed into two beautiful white doves. Every time you look at the Blue Willow Pattern, you will see the young lovers flying high above the Willow tree where they first pledged their love.

There have been many stories and poems written about Blue Willow. I hope that you enjoy reading some of the stories behind the beautiful Blue Willow pattern.


The Legend of Blue Willow


Long ago in China, there lived a very wealthy mandarin. He had a beautiful daughter named Koong Shee. The beautiful, young girl was the promised bride of Ta-Jin, a very old but wealthy merchant. The young girl however, fell in love with her father's secretary, a young man named Chang. Koong Shee and Chang would meet in secret beneath a large Willow tree and dream of their future together. Koong Shee was of noble descent and Chang was a mere commoner. So the young couple , no matter how great their love, would never be allowed to wed.

When the girl's father found out about their secret meetings, he was furious. He banished Chang and forbade his daughter from ever seeing Chang again. Koong Shee would sit beneath the Willow tree that had once been a place of joy and would quietly weep. Her heart was filled with pain. Not only had she lost Chang but Ta-Jin was a wicked man and a very difficult person to please. Koong Shee longed to see her handsome, young Chang and her thoughts would fill with the happiness they shared while sitting in this very same spot together.

As the day of the wedding drew near, Chang returned. He sent a message with Koong Shee's maid to meet him by the Willow tree. As Chang approached, he saw his beautiful Koong Shee sitting beneath the tree. Chang rushed to her side and once more held Koong Shee in his arms. They were so very much in love and did not want to be separated ever again. Chang and Koong Shee finally decided to elope and get married without her fathers permission. As they were starting to leave together, Koong Shee's father saw them and chased after the pair. The young couple raced across the bridge to a waiting boat and sailed away.

A storm developed and the boat sank at sea. Suddenly from out of the storm flew two snow white doves. Seeing the young couple's love for one another, the gods transformed Koong Shee and Chang into two beautiful white doves. These two doves have lived on forever and can still be seen today flying high above the Willow Tree where Koong Shee and Chang first pledged their love.


"The Willow Legend"

from the International Willow Collectors 1993 pamphlet

Long ago in China, in a magnificent pavilion surrounded by fruit trees, lived a Mandarin, his daughter Koong-shee and his young secretary, Chang. Chang and Koong-shee fell in love, but Chang was only a commoner, and she the daughter of a noble. Still, their love grew, and they met beneath a willow tree in the garden. But the Mandarin discovered their secret. Enraged, he banished Chang, and imprisoned Koong-shee by circling the pavilion with a zig-zag fence. Then he promised her hand to the Ta-Jin, a noble man far older than she.

Not long afterward, the Ta-Jin arrived in pomp and the wedding feast began. Wine flowed freely. When all grew sleepy with the wine, Chang crept into the pavilion, and he and Koong-shee fled through the hushed rooms, carrying a casket of her jewels. But just as they reached the outer door the Mandarin awoke, and in a drunken rage pursued them across the little bridge that spans the river. Koong-shee carried her distaff, a symbol of virginity; Chang carried the jewels; and the Mandarin followed, brandishing a whip. But the lovers escaped the Mandarin, hiding in the small pavilion at the far side of the bridge.

Here lived Koong-shee's maid and her husband, the Mandarin's gardener. They hated the tyrant, and welcomed the lovers in their home. But the Mandarin discovered them, and Chang and Koong-shee were forced to flee once more. They poled a tiny boat down the Yang-Tze until they came to a small island. Here, they thought they would be safe. Selling the casket of jewels, they bought the island, and built a lovely pavilion on it. Chang tilled the land until it blossomed with every kind of fruit and vegetable. So successful were his agricultural ventures, Chang wrote a book about how to cultivate the land. This book became so well known throughout China that even the Ta-Jin heard of it. Guessing who the author was, he sent his soldiers to the island, determined to avenge himself on the man who had stolen his bride-to-be.

The Ta-Jin's soldier came upon Chang as he was working his fields and slew him. Koong-shee, who had watched the entire scene from afar, rushed into their pavilion and set it afire, determined to be with Chang in death as she had been in life.

The gods, looking down on the tragedy, took pity on the lovers and transformed them into a pair of earthly but immortal lovebirds. Until this day, we can see the faithful Chang and Koong-shee, flying high over the willow tree. Their story lives forever on the Willow-pattern plate."


The Willow Pattern Plate


                                       Betty in her kitchen broke a willow pattern plate.
                                       I spoke to her severely, but I spoke a moment late
                                       To save those little people from a very dreadful fate
                                       Whose fortune's told in blue upon the willow pattern plate.

                                       Two blue little people come running, together
                                       Across a blue bridge, in the sunshiny weather,
                                       They run from a garden, where stands a blue tree
                                       Above the house of a wealthy Chinee.

                                       The one is maiden, the other her lover-
                                       A blue weeping willow hang half the bridge over.
                                       Behind, in pursuit, comes papa with a whip,
                                       But they're over the bridge, and aboard the blue ship

                                       That her lover has moored by the strand of the sea-
                                       With a shove off the shore, from his wrath they are free.
                                       Now deep in the water their oars they are plying,
                                       While high in the heaven the blue doves are flying.

                                       To his blue island home her lover with waft her,
                                       And there they will happily live ever after.

                                       This is the story of the willow pattern plate,
                                       So please be very careful-though it's only one and eight-
                                       And remember that you have in hand a very precious freight
                                       When you carry from the kitchen a willow pattern plate.

                                       - by Horace Hutchinson, Westminster Gazetter, Jan 1, 1912.


The Legend of the Plate


                                       My Willow ware plate has a story, Pictorial, painted in blue
                                       From the land of the tea and the tea plant
                                       And the little brown man with the queue.
                                       What ever the food you serve, daughter
                                       Romance enters into the feast,
                                       If you only pay heed to the legend,
                                       On the old china ware plate from the East.
                                       Koong Shee was a mandarin's daughter
                                       And Chang was her lover, ah me,
                                       For surely her father's accountant
                                       Might never wed pretty Koong Shee
                                       So Chang was expelled from the compound,
                                       The lovers' alliance to break,
                                       And pretty Koong Shee was imprisoned
                                       In a little blue house by the lake.
                                       The doughty old mandarin reasoned
                                       It was time that his daughter should wed,
                                       And the groom of his choice should banish
                                       That silly romance from her head.
                                       For years had great artists been stitching
                                       In symbols the dress she should wear,
                                       Her headband of scarlet lay waiting,
                                       She should ride in a gold wedding chair.
                                       He was busily plotting and planning,
                                       When a message was brought him one day,
                                       Young Chang had invaded the palace,
                                       And taken his sweetheart away.
                                       They were over the bridge when he saw them,
                                       They were passing the big willow tree,
                                       And a boat at the edge of the water
                                       Stood waiting for Chang and Koong Shee.
                                       The furious mandarin followed
                                       The Groom with revenge in his eyes,
                                       But the little boat danced on the water
                                       And traveled away with the prize.
                                       But vengeance pursued to their shelter
                                       And burned the pagoda, they say
                                       From out of the flames rose the lovers
                                       A pair of doves winging away.
                                       They flew toward the western heavens
                                       The pretty Koong Shee and her Chang
                                       Or so says the famous old legend
                                       From the land of the Yangtze Kiang,
                                       I wouldn't be one to deny it,
                                       For the little blue dove and her mate
                                       Forever are flying together
                                       Across my Willow ware plate.

                                       -Author Unknown


An Old Staffordshire Rhyme


                                                 Two pigeons flying high,
                                                 Chinese vessels sailing by,
                                                 Weeping willows hanging o'er,
                                                 Bridge with three men, if not four,
                                                 Chinese temple, there it stands,
                                                 Seems to take up all the land.
                                                 Apple tree with apples on,
                                                 A pretty fence to end my song.

I would like to offer a special thanks to Wilma and her husband for the stories they sent me which helped to make this page possible. I would also like to offer thanks to Sharon who sent me a very interesting history on Blue Willow, part of which I plan to add to my web site in the near future. Thanks so very much for your time and for the information that you so freely shared with me on Blue Willow.

If you would like to share another version of this romantic tale,
please e-mail it to me. We will put it on our web site, space permitting.

Thanks You!