- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Song of the Brood Mare
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Click hereAs though I care. His starched, ancient nurse manages to close
Her eyes, blind to truth; dares to pass judgement on me alone.
Earlier today she said, "My duty is to Sir, not you
Madam," and left. Just like that!
Witch. She is always watching. I have supplied the heir and spare,
My duty as her Sir's convenient
Virgin-bride. Now he's free to love
His Other Woman with passion denied me. Forgive us,
Sweet child, swaddled in foolish traditions -
Innocent victim of rash decisions.
- COMMENTS
UnderYourSpellover 14 years agoI really like this it's very clever and a joy to read. Would flow better without a capital letter at the start of every line but that's a minor niggle in what is overall an excellent read.
