Marry in haste repent a leisure

Petrarchan sonnet in Iambic tetrameter

 

 

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

 

Begone wan ghost what wantest thou.

Why dost thou haunt me constantly

I owe no duty now to thee

I did whilst thou didst live but now

There is no law that doth allow

 a long dead wife to harass me.

When kindly death hath set me free.

I suffered thy tongue long enow.

 

Thou wert a shrew with bitter tongue.

Thou didst not hesitate to use

 to make my life a misery.

The choice I made when I was young

 led to a lifetime of abuse.

God knows I am well rid of thee.

 

Sunday, 07 February 2010.

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Reviews

[Edgar A Stonehill]

Posting this a week before Valentine's day? It is a welcome relief to the flood of love poems that will flooding this site in the next several days.

One of the most important things demonstrated in this poem is how you included a question. Many writers include too many questions in their work, and my preference is for the reader to ask their own questions. However, in this case the question "Why dost thou thou haunt me constantly?" consolidates what would have taken at least another stanza to portray effectively. It did not go unnoticed that this question was never answered, which also contributes to the reader experiencing the torment of the poem's narrator.

And it should go without saying, that I am envious of your command of the English language.

[Tracie Skarbo]

laughing... I am glad you are finally free of her vicious tongue...:)

[Samuel Dickens]

Gosh, I don't know what to say, but if I could say anything at all, it would be to express my distress in learning that not even death might bring me peaceful silence. I love it---I really do.

[Jessica]

Wow. This is a completely different poem than I usually read. Most are about love and feeling down when you lose the person, but this was about being happy. I liked it, good change. Love the old english too, very well written.