Bathsheba Poem by Fiona Lochhead

It wasn't supposed to be

A spectator sport.

Out there on the roof

It was just a bath-

And that's the truth.

Naked in my moonlit glory

I'd cast a spell - A likely story!

And how was I responsible for what he did next?

It was all over quickly-

It was all about sex.

Now…..exposed forever-

to History's glare

How is that right? How is that fair?

Perfumed water

Can't wash away shame.

It was all about him

But I got the blame.