Benjamin Thorpe Is Not A Rake
For heaven sake, our dear loyal friend
A good husband but a boring one he’ll make
He will court you chastely to the end
So virtuous indeed. Don’t dear maiden
Say yes with any speed
Yes, he’s a fine match
With a bouquet of silver blooms
In his every grove
his pockets are lined with gold
But dim witted is his wooing
And that will cause you maiden
Many nights of boo – whooing.
You say, thou must marry
Before your fine soft face
Becomes leather with worry
Then okay take his hand
For Christ sake
You’ll never find a more pious man
He is a fine gent like a priest
And you will be his sun
His miracle rising in the east
But his passions you will find cold
And his touch kind
The boredom on your face
will yield a dim shine.
But his bloodline is of a better vintage
Like the finest wine
You will escape his lack of amour
You’ll take a lover in time
Soon your inner thirst will be wet
And what was dry
To all affections will be met.
You will be taken in a hay loft
By treacherous kisses applied
So soft on your lips.
And your inner sadness will rise
with warm pleasure from your hips
but alas demon beauty
was your love ever true?
No intense fervor
Could your husband give you.
But from the beginning
This thou knew would be a mistake
For Bemjamin Thorp is not a rake.
Marchell Dyon is a poet and a poetry enthusiast. She enjoys reading poetry wherever she can find it. She is a survivor of both Schizophrenia and Bipolar Disorder. She has published in many magazines over the last fifteen years. Her most recent publications are Toasted Cheese Lit Journal, Five Fleas and Agape Review. She was nominated for the best of the net prize. She has won the 2012 romancing the craft award from Torrid Lit Journal. Her chapbook The moon is never as bright as it appears was short listed at Nightingale and Sparrow Press.
She has taken many workshops to improve her writing skills. Most recently she has taken Palette Poetry’s 15-day Micro Course Workshop; but remains mostly self-taught. She has worked hard to increase her education within the craft of poetry. With stars in her eyes and a deep-rooted imagination she continues to write in Chicago IL.
