Tre Sonnet

A loving duty.

Look now fresh, dost she disdain he who calls her
And in time repairs where tillage be so fond?
In thy world, whose face so fair will yet inure
Her self-love in yon looking glass be oft bond?

Tell that face and form that beguiles the world,
Whose husbandry calls unto mother April,
Despite her lovely wrinkles be unfurled
Shall another unbless her prime in close drill.

Thou should perchance renew thy holy mother
Of the tomb that through ageless window chime
Remembers fond an image of another
But lives well beyond that moments golden time.

Live thou not to be remembered as fair
But till death, one who for thy mother cared.

Author's Note

My apology as this was so poorly written.. a disconnect between the language and the context of centuries past. There is no way anyone could have known that it is about a prostitute and her illegitimate yet devoted and caring child that sees her aging yet still plying her trade well beyond her prime.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Reminiscent of the classics! Wonderful images expressed eloquently. Lydi**

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for reading and your comments, Lydia. ...much appreciated.

[Pryde Foltz]

Beauty, beauty, everywhere
and not a drop to spare
upon my face, my décolletage
I'll apply this oil with ease
leaving not a drop, nor a film
to soothe your aching feet

[Tam Warink]

My apology as this was so poorly written.. a disconnect between the language and the context of centuries past. There is no way anyone could have known that it is about a prostitute and her illegitimate yet devoted and caring child that sees her aging yet still plying her trade well beyond her prime. So, your comment though wonderfully written seems distant; a warm blur perhaps? I'm sorry if I missed it entirely. I do that sometimes (more often than not).

[Kelly Scheppers]

So, so lovely...with its 19th century appeal!

Nice to meet you, Tam! Half Moon Bay is a lovely part of California.

My best,
Kelly

[Tam Warink]

Hello, Kelly! ...so very pleased that you stopped to read. Thank you for that. Yes, HMB can be quite seductive with its artisan-clique allure and ocean mystique (commercial though it may be). Annie Glass, custom knives, pottery, random words... ah, but don't forget the cardboard box - it's ungodly expensive. Good thing I dream the vagrant, nomadic haushopper most of the time. :)

[Frieda P]

Tres chic sonnet....has a Shakepearian (if that's even word,ha) flair to it...lovely read.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Frieda. Who gives birth to new words if not the likes of thee? ;-)

[Frieda P]

That's the liberties you take on a tequila hangover, and it is, just didn't sound right when I was writing it...ha no more of that stuff for me! My pleasure... :-)

[SyberRose]

Beautiful words and I loved the ending...Rose

[Tam Warink]

That's very kind of you to say so, Rose. Thank you for reading!