24th April 2014

Sonnet 134

So...now I have confessed that he is thine,

And me, myself mortgaged to the father's will ,

Saving myself means listening hard for mine:

Maternal steel can be my comfort still.

When she passed, I imagined I was free

To express myself, that one of a kind

Who doesn't need a guarantee of me,

Independent of mother/daughter bind.

The statutes of marriage (what's left to take;

Oh morals left bankrupt, such careless use!

Was it all just for procreation's sake?)

Breeding much generational abuse.

Matrimony's instutionalised  me,

Mum's three weeks gone , and yet am I not free.