W J Clarke Poet Sonnet

To Be Or Not To Be The End

When Mr Darcy brought my hand to his lips
Drenched in sweet longing before the scale tips
I, fraught with naivety and desire
Held trust cast into the furnace of mire

Dear friend, two offspring, a dog and a cat
In our fineries we waltzed to 'Take That'
Unbeknown to me, alas we were three
Lipstick etched upon my fine filigree

Teeth gnashing, I challenged indiscretion
He dismissed my genteel inquisition
Contact made with a bedpan appliance
Hence, now divorced in act of defiance

Dear reader, this ends with no tale of woe
On the dating app, I curtsey and go

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Linda Alice Fowler July 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM Another enjoyable read. Read through it twice. :) W J Clarke July 22, 2025 at 3:07 PM Thank you very much Linda for your kind words and taking the time to read my work. It is very much appreciated:-)

Sam Kauffman January 31, 2025 at 12:32 PM Congratulations on your win, WJ! You have told your story so succinctly yet so poetically with strong word choices and vivid expression! I love the last line as it show your resolution of this crushing situation. Off you go, indeed! Blessings for a new life! W J Clarke February 3, 2025 at 12:08 PM Thank you so much Sam for your encouraging detailed comments and for taking the time to read my work. It really means a lot to me :-)

Craig Cornish January 16, 2025 at 9:03 AM WJ - had me revisiting this write a few times - that's a good thing! W J Clarke January 16, 2025 at 1:06 PM Thank you Craig. A really nice surprise and compliment. I really enjoyed crafting this one :-)