Afraid of falling, slowness, ridicule

The thought of writing sonnets made me scared
I’d read the Shakespeare, Donne , the genius  poets
Marvell , metaphysical, I’d  heard
A plaque marks  Highgate Hill where he once wrote.

I  did not wonder if a female mind
Was impediment to learning further skills
I came to Math and Plath from well behind
With interest, prepared by iron will

At first, I walked on ice in foolish shoes
Afraid of falling, slowness, ridicule
But after trial ,the judgement was defused.
My confidence more logical  when schooled

So having crossed my Alps in wintertime
I knew I’d never want for any rhyme.