An imagined letter, and penned in secret,
a message like this would have been sent
by hand at this time, and written in similar
style, because the condition of unmarried
motherhood was feared, and was seen as a
lifelong stain on both woman and child.

Unholy State.

Dearest My Lord. read this with haste.

Come Sire, and view this unholy state
To which thou hast brought me
and mine heart,
Which, at the mention of thy intent starteth
In great alarm, as I lately hear say,
Even alas as I indisposed, that thou
be going away,
But fie upon thee, thou hast sired a child.

Thou shouldest stay, and embrace mine
Own confine,
the infant will bear no name
If thou abandon me, prithee have pity
on shame
Pray marry me do, thou canst never afford
To blacken my name by
fleeing abroad
And relinquish thy forthcoming destiny.

I have been only thine, do not ill-use me.

Thou hadest thy way, now takest thou mine.
Without thy support I must surely decline
Thus I live in despair until
thy reply.
My heart beateth only for thee say I,
Thou hast undone me.
Prithee reconsider and stay.

I remain thy dependant unto this day
Of the Lord
in the month of September, 1609.

From Mary Elizabeth, distraughtedly thine.

Published July 25, 2010 Write a comment
Add this poem to your "I recommend you to read" list? Confirm
To write comments, Login or Join Poetfreak for free!   Close
user image
Nighthawk
Impressive! What a write. Powerful and sharp. Like peeking into a bit of history. tfs
user image
Chris Jibero
The Lord is with you or,better still,in you,for wihout Him we can do nothing.A lovely poem Fay.
user image
Bob Blackwell
You have captured her plea so well. Funny the guilt and shame of this is still felt in some places in our world today, and treated without understanding. A great write.
user image
ShyWolf
awesome - the image so right for the poem - beautifully classic and so true to those times - Bookmarked Superb
user image
robyn selters
With superb skill using archaic language you have brought to our hearts the sorry plight of a hapless lass of long ago. Do we not still see too often the echoes of yesteryear among those trapped in dependancy cycles. Fine, topical write, Fay
user image
carol
you have captured it exactly well written
user image
Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
You have respectfully & creatively exhumed the soul of 16th Century prosaic quilling, young lady....Impressive work, right down to the very last Prithee and Thine !
user image
Munia Khan
A fine piece of classic here Fay.Very deep n beautiful.The title is very wonderful as well.Great work.
user image
Susan Jarvis
This superbly crafted poem, with it's adept use of archaic language, makes women's fears of yesteryear tangible, and touches the heart in the process. A privilege to read, Fay - a poetic slice of history. :)
Want to delete this comment?   Confirm or Close