published in Acumen, 2006;
collection, Gallery, Poetry Monthly Press
The portrait lied
— a ruddy, handsome lord.
match was made by proxy. When at last
saw him in the flesh I was aghast.
I'd heard about him had prepared
for a cushion stuffed with gorgeous cloth,
broad, fat face, two little greedy eyes.
killed one wife, divorced the first. Now wise
what I'd taken on, I smelt his breath,
his huge bulk undressed. He sickened me.
any case, the wretch was impotent.
of state required a settlement.
he divorced me, I was glad to agree.
live in comfort. Who's the Flemish Mare?
least I kept my head. Why should I care?
Joan Sheridan Smith
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Poetry Monthly Press