Homework 18th July
Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2019 8:27 pm
Avarice
She was filled with conceit, and her greed and deceit had destroyed any semblance of charm,
and although she could act, she had not faced the fact only genuine virtues disarm.
So she dreamed of a life as a dominant wife who would dazzle in fine clothes and jewels,
with impressive estate that would make her name great and a husband who’d play by her rules—
who’d succumb to her guile, provide standing and style, precious diamonds to circle her crown,
and distinguishing webs made of bright golden threads woven skilfully into each gown.
She believed that she ought to be flattered and sought by as many rich men to be found
till her goal was procured, future freedom ensured, and a sumptuous life would abound.
When she first saw McGee, she intentionally made a choice to completely entrance,
to impel him to fall as a slave to her call and to lead him a fraudulent dance.
His inherited station inspired her flirtation, with promise of acres to roam—
with no thought of regret she observed the sun set on his land and magnificent home,
while as if by commission it painted this vision in colours of parchment and gold
and a bright tangerine lit the breath-taking scene of serenity grand to behold,
with its huge mallee yard and a sky that grew starred to create an inspiring display—
and she solemnly swore she’d own all this and more, irrespective of price she might pay.
But she had no conception her constant deception was spoken of all over town,
nor that rumours explicit preceded her visit and now she was scorned as a clown.
And McGee, although kind was not foolish or blind to her blatantly devious game,
so he sent her away - and yet still to this day she remains without insight or shame.
Disappointment has hit her; increasingly bitter, a hungry and penniless sight,
she in mindless defiance still plots for alliance, while cursing her miserable plight.
So take heed of her story, and seek not the ‘glory’ of worldly possessions untold—
for the ending is sure when with motives impure you’re just callously digging for gold.
© Catherine Lee, July 2019
She was filled with conceit, and her greed and deceit had destroyed any semblance of charm,
and although she could act, she had not faced the fact only genuine virtues disarm.
So she dreamed of a life as a dominant wife who would dazzle in fine clothes and jewels,
with impressive estate that would make her name great and a husband who’d play by her rules—
who’d succumb to her guile, provide standing and style, precious diamonds to circle her crown,
and distinguishing webs made of bright golden threads woven skilfully into each gown.
She believed that she ought to be flattered and sought by as many rich men to be found
till her goal was procured, future freedom ensured, and a sumptuous life would abound.
When she first saw McGee, she intentionally made a choice to completely entrance,
to impel him to fall as a slave to her call and to lead him a fraudulent dance.
His inherited station inspired her flirtation, with promise of acres to roam—
with no thought of regret she observed the sun set on his land and magnificent home,
while as if by commission it painted this vision in colours of parchment and gold
and a bright tangerine lit the breath-taking scene of serenity grand to behold,
with its huge mallee yard and a sky that grew starred to create an inspiring display—
and she solemnly swore she’d own all this and more, irrespective of price she might pay.
But she had no conception her constant deception was spoken of all over town,
nor that rumours explicit preceded her visit and now she was scorned as a clown.
And McGee, although kind was not foolish or blind to her blatantly devious game,
so he sent her away - and yet still to this day she remains without insight or shame.
Disappointment has hit her; increasingly bitter, a hungry and penniless sight,
she in mindless defiance still plots for alliance, while cursing her miserable plight.
So take heed of her story, and seek not the ‘glory’ of worldly possessions untold—
for the ending is sure when with motives impure you’re just callously digging for gold.
© Catherine Lee, July 2019