The Marriage of Margery Paston
Poem by James Knox Whittet
- Margery's resistance and love
You kept alive your romance by letters,
sent in secrecy to avoid their shame;
your life was bound by family letters,
you could no longer speak your lovers' names.
You were beaten; compelled to kneel on stone
Floors for hour after hour in fervent prayer;
you felt the sting of Father Gloys' voice drone
like questing bees across fields of clover.
But you held fast to promptings of your heart:
tapestries woven out of threads of ink
when pain and longing are shaped into art
to heal ancient fissures of social rank.
You heard love's whisper beneath shouts and cries
till wedding bells pealed beneath Norfolk skies.