A Victorian Lady's Unfortunate EndingA Poem by Anna IvyI wonder how many were so unhappy..."You play the piano very well" "Your grammar is superb" "Your skin so pale and smooth" "Your poetry is divine"
Tie my laces tight. "An eighteen-inch waist is just the standard, dear" I'm down to sixteen. "Finishing school did wonders for her" I wonder if I'll have to marry him.
"You'll live the life that you deserve" Oh, but he is so handsome. "No, that man is but a servant" "All you have to say is 'I do' "
All I wanted was him. "I'll take you by force if I have to" "He did what? You're his wife, you must endure" What is a husband for, then?
"Morning sickness is the first sign" I don't feel too well. "Stop dwelling on the stable boy, you're a wife and soon-to-be mother" If only I had a say.
"Eighteen is such a prime age" "She'll bear you many children" My stomach is so big. "Any day now, you'll give me a beautiful boy"
"Why do you look so sad?" I cannot go on. "It should have been a girl" "Better luck next time"
"Where is she?" In the lake. "Oh, God!" "My beautiful wife is gone"
"Such a pity" "She was a little strange after all" "This child needs a mother" "Her sister is quite exquisite" © 2013 Anna IvyAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
956 Views
5 Reviews Added on September 21, 2013 Last Updated on September 21, 2013 Tags: Victorian, sad, true, truth, era, corset, corsetry, poem, young girl, oppression, longing, child birth AuthorAnna IvyVAAboutI am currently taking classes for an associates in culinary arts and management. I never thought I could make a living off of writing or my art, I suppose that's just insecurity, so I took up somethin.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|