He looked at her with greed and much more
there was anger and passion, yet still
she couldn’t be sure of what she felt
in her heart, should she bend to his will?
I need to know, he said, if you will
do it again, I’ve just never felt
anger this strong, there has to be more
I cannot sit here idle and still!
I don’t know she said, I’m unsure still,
I don’t know I can handle much more!
Have not given up – I never will,
but this fear can just not be unfelt!
They were so bad, but right it had felt,
that they’d glanced at their old father’s will.
They shouldn’t do it, as he lived still,
though desire was great to know more!
I will do it, she said, yes I will – but deep in her heart she felt
that on this matter to know more, would never make her mind still.
This simply feels wrong… And not just because of the bad, bad children in the poem, but because I feel the form is limping so terribly for me. *sigh* Anyway, it is an attempt at Björn’s not-quite-a-sestina for the Sunday Mini Challenge over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. A first attempt at anything’s never easy though, is it?