I may never know if twilight
I know only what she says,
I know only two men ravaged her heart
so that she may never speak of it
I who never knew her and may never,
I would lie with her by the bay window
telling time between seeing and feeling
First the man who could not give her a child.
Then the man who refused,
took her to the country
He may as well have hired an auctioneer.
Who would know his ignorant, cruel folly
The Mayor of Casterbridge . . .
(20 October 2013: II)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander