I put this sonnet on an American poetry website and a woman criticised me for advocating promiscuity and having children out of wedlock.So I thought I’d better keep it in the UK where people understand metaphor. ….
When true love’s gone and doom hangs overhead When life runs like a river to the sea Then shall I take new lovers to my bed,
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When my love lies, and breaks my tender heart. When life seems gray and rocks erode my path. Then, shall I my life of evil start, And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true love fails and wrecks all loyalty..
When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad. Then I shall upend causalit
I will do such deeds as make all glad.
For love, though brief, has given me a prize
A child most welcome, on whose face I gaze
