A sonnet written for James Heup, November 2006.
He cast his crown to marry to a wretch
Who'd thrown to porcine dogs her sacred pearls.
The sordid dress wearing the scarlet girl
Neither could refuse the gift outstretched
Nor accept the king with heart contrite.
She pored between the lines for hidden gains,
Indifferent to her lover's passioned pains.
How could she still prefer her miry plight??
Greedily did she wed his golden ring
And pawn the thing with hardly a regret.
But even then, her lord did not forget
Promises and plans for her redeeming.
So to his willing death the giver sought
To robe in purest white the one he'd bought.
No comments:
Post a Comment