Sonnet: On Young Marriage

Grace and figure Nature soon doth misplace:
Thither they find place in younger a’ thief.
Sleep thee on ice: ye freeze ye now thy face.

Thine rivals o’ aortic arteries,
Come adorned, lavender-ed and heather-ed,
To dance before folk o’ thou’st coteries—
Aye: but lover in love is weather-ed.

Thy wager hand is bet nye on instinct;
If patient refuge—knowest Spinster’s plight.
Tarry nay: among th’ unbound in precinct,
The pairings of youth happen as they might.

If thou be willed quick to etern’ty;
Pray lookest not thou at thine absurd’ty.

by Laura Hallman

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Sonnet: Is there no limit to the humility?

Is there no limit to the humility?
Thy frail tears delight the male measure,
for thee I donned lily-of-the-valley.
Oh, do not trouble me with your kerchief sir.

My woman bosom has often bristled;
staring at blank windy seas.
Your ardour for me has fizzled;
brutish pet, I foresee an accolade of furious bells,

whirl wildly despite your weaponry.
If they could carry the weight of my gladness;
mirth meets my lips standing by in great revelry.
Petals soothe my feet as you, sir, become breathless.

I and my feathered feet
shall pounce and dance home to a minuet beat.

by Gisele Vincent-Page

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