- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Medieval Woman
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When families stewed only scrag
And the pig wouldn't live to Easter,
They feared all shadows from oak trees
Too far from the market or manor,
A splinter in the reliquary,
And doctors who knew how to bleed.
"Men may become apothecaries
But women with unguents are witches,"
Alfreda said under her breath
Who poulticed another sick brother
After she supped on day old bread
With butter and anything left.
"I might as well become a nun
Since Paul's not back from war with France,"
She said to her mother and father,
Both of whom said nothing at all,
Feeding the twin soon to be christened
And family cow in for the winter.
- COMMENTS
Maria2394about 13 years agoThe title pulled me in and as I read,I realized I was envisioning your poem in my head. How I love work that gives me an image as if I were there. I especially liked this part-
"Men may become apothecaries
But women with unguents are witches,"
Alfreda said under her breath
Who poulticed another sick brother
After she supped on day old bread
With butter and anything left.
excellent work!
~ maria
GuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago....this kind of poem, it reveals a small, detailed situation and drops it in the readers mind. Setting the scene in verse 1 then narrowing down the focus without losing any of the breadth of the vision.
We live in the best of times.
Tess + 5
twelveooneabout 13 years agoon the poetry table, the most intelligent thing I've seen this morning, perhaps too...I hope not. Def 5.
