This poem is in response to Kerry's mini-challenge today to the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, using a poetic form used by one of my favorites: Robbie Burns, in his To a Mouse poem. (I love Burns and always have, with three out of four Scottish grandparents.)
Kerry also pointed us toward the Undelivered Mail poem of Rhina P. Espaillat. It is just wonderful. Do check it out.
|Rhina P. Espaillat|
One line in my poem says "the law changed" and it did, in the 1980s in Canada, but there are still some countries where the law favors the husband. I would like to see these kinds of laws changed in favor of the wife, in all countries.
Dear sobbing, sighing, weeping sister:
Do not waste time on yon weak mister!
(He makes love a weapon against her.
Even though she says no,
Still he’ll insist and claim his pleasure
Is his right, that it’s so.)
Dear arrogant, superior male:
You are probably going to jail
Perhaps to stay there without bail.
Your wife? Yes, the law changed.
Wives are entitled to rights as well.
It’s all been rearranged.
Dear lawyer, won’t you tell the jury:
Don’t they see I was in a hurry?
I don’t know why my wife should worry
About a little sex!
She’s making such a fuss and fury
Our lives will now be wrecks.
Dear Judge: In our police department
We’ve reserved a whole compartment
For complaints against this defendant
Brought by his poor wife,
When she tries to be independent,
He threatens with a knife.