Saint or Sinner?

terameter sonnet

 

 

 

 

 

Saint or sinner?

 

Upon a time there lived a maid.

Who swore that she would never wed

But rather die by her own blade.

Before she graced a marriage bed.

Her father paid but little heed.

Dismissed  her words as foolishness.

Her wiser mother disagreed.

She knew her daughters stubbornness.

The maiden meant what she had said.

That she would live and die a maid.

For her there’d be no marriage bed.

True to the vows she freely made.

She chose to die by her own hand

And thus defied her sires command.

 

Sunday, 29 January 2012

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Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

your clarity of communication is admirable. I like your direct approach.

[emmajoy]

This more than reaches your usual fantastic standard and my expectations .. great poetry, crisp and clean .. sad story told within.

[Leslie Philibert]

Enjoyed reading this,a well crafted and well written sonnet.Good work.