Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
And no rage may vanquish yours.
Your eye sees all,
At your feet we bow and caress with guilt,
Quarry to your lethal spears.
Weeping, we kneel,
Your splattered tears burn our faces,
While your smile scalds us harshly.
Divided we stand,
You have been betrayed, dearest Mother,
Your stewards have failed you.
No excuse for
Exonerate those who dissatisfy you,
Or be bound to their shackles.
I am by no means a poet, but we have moved on to this form in our course now and I’m interested to see where it takes me.
This weeks writing task we simply had to write a poem, trying to be aware of sounds and imagery, and if possible use an extended simile.
I’m quite pleased with the result 🙂