A re-imagining
This is my fourth re-imagining – of a story, a myth, a tale or of historical characters. this link takes you to the other re-imaginings.
https://daviddstephen.wordpress.com/re-imaginings
Sisters Were I bold and modern, truly shameless I’d elope to Rome, a poet’s love to be, and live in lovers’ lodgings, flagrantly in sin, beyond convention’s loneliness. I would scandal all and write monstrous books, defying objections to sing my song (without my sister’s sweet seductive tones) to catch eligible men’s lustful looks. How she simpers and sighs, flutters dark eyes, she’s all wisdom and fashion’s curlicues! Those lips pout, painted, her mind manicured, kissed not, loved not. No matter how she tries. Were I bold like her, I’d not parody A chaste gaze nor pluck a gay melody But would daily in the tall meadow grass Lie with my poet reading his winsome verse. I have dreamt of dances by Spanish Steps, lovers’ trysts by moonlight where I proclaim fearless love aroused, quilled in quick quatrains, to ferment my desires without regrets. Let my sister satisfy convention: dull marriage and children and coy curtseys and stifled days of balls and drear soirees where averted gaze chides my defection. I, my mother’s child, my own invention, shall carry my dear poet’s posterity from funeral pyre to eternity. Would I vowed to live my bold intention.
poem ©DavidDStephen