Hour of Shame
She heard her feet fall on the dirt.
The echo caused her heart to hurt;
and though she held her head up high,
she chose her fate for love to lie.
No shame could steal her pride away.
Stern puritans would have her pay.
Her sin she wore upon her chest.
The scarlet A defined her best.
This brave woman named Hester Prynne
forgave herself of her past sin.
Paraded ‘round town openly
with babe in arms for all to see.
Daughter named Pearl, a gift from God.
She felt forgiven, strong yet flawed.
The town became her own prison;
the woods, her walls, absorbed love’s sin.
Her choice to stay and not to run,
she made that day in light of sun.
She'd never give the elders power
beyond penance of bridled hour.
She wore her "A" dutifully,
then laid with love eternally.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
For Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Recite and Analyze A Fictional Event, 2/15/15
*written in iambic tetrameter, couplet rhyme scheme.
Event analyzed- When Hester Prynne is publically shamed and given her Scarlet Letter.
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