Sonnet #1

Between deep draughts from whitewashed mug
I peered through glass at worlds outside,
As life laid numb by discord’s drug;
While near my mind, a woman cried.

She wept away with heartache’s tide,
When sorrow spent, she turned and spoke;
From painful words she wished to hide –
To flee the tears that ebbed and broke.

And I, the felon greeting gallows’ choke
With intent to quickly draw the noose;
Had yearned to slip her silken yoke,
Yet once more sipped the drink of truce.

Alike the mug that grazed my lip,
My love had drained with every sip.