Lily's Pall: A Sonnet Poem by Katz Haus

I saw your likeness there upon his wall
You flower of the darkest matter made
Upon his brow you cast a dismal pall
In 'membrance of those paths that were waylaid.
So many years ago your selfish sin
Divested me of him before my time
Aborting progress of what might have been
Now naught remains but melody and rhyme.
The lemonade I've fashioned with my life:
A husband, children, home, career and name
Content provider, loyal mother, wife
In sweetness hints of bitterness remain.
The victim bewitched by your heart of stone,
Tho' you and I move on, he stands alone.



November 2008